Darren dashed across the yard and headed for the trees. The snow was falling rapidly. He slowed to catch his breath.
He could hear his name being screamed. Not too far away. He had to start moving again.
The trees are thicker. He could hear his pursuer crashing through the underbrush behind him.
He found a large tree and stepped behind it pressing himself flat.
“Gotcha!” His big brother grabbed his arm, yanked him out and punched him in the face.
“How many times do I have to tell you to leave my models alone? You broke it!”