Blood oozed from his knee, pain lacerating every nerve, as he lay incapacitated in the field. The Great Strawberry Field Robbery had gone drastically wrong. The three young boys had had a good days thieving until the farmer came chasing them. Phil separated from the others jumped a fence catching his leg and thumping his knee down on the stainless steel wall spike.
It was a fine morning; the farmer had forgotten yesterday’s Strawberry gang. Now was the time of day he loved as drove his harvester across the field until there was a big thud that clogged the blades and stalled the motor.