“Kick me… outta here?”
“Or you tell me how you sit on the grass without squashing it and I’ll allow you so stay!” The boy triumphantly declared, as if the matter was already settled.
The absurd sheer confidence the boy boasted with was both so amusing and refreshing, Zax did not know what to do with it.
Luckily, before it turned to a moment of awkwardness, in which a brat who has not yet grown his adult teeth stumped him, an idea popped up in his head.
“I’m feeling comfortable right here, so I rather not get kicked out”.
“I can kick really hard. You don’t want that”. The boy solemnly advised.
“I sure don’t, but you see, I can’t fully explain how I sit atop the grass like this”. Zax shrewdly said.
“Why is that?” The boy raised a brow, not convinced.
“Well, can you explain me how you
