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on. They may have been a little rude, but Ben and I felt a sense of well-being that we had
been generous to two disadvantaged children. This proved to be a huge mistake.
'Where have our bikes gone?' I asked Ben after a while.
'They're around somewhere. One of the boys is still there.'
'But the other boy isn't there and neither are our bikes.'
'I'll go and speak to him,' said Ben, who got up and walked over to the younger of the
two boys.
'Where did you put our bike and scooter?' he asked, using gestures to ensure that he
would understand.
The boy shrugged his shoulders and started to walk off.
'Then where is your brother?'
Theboyshruggedagainandcontinuedwalking.Hisbrothersoonappearedandgavethe
same expressions when we asked him what had happened to our scooter and BMX.
'We're not leaving them, Ben,' I said, getting up off the harbour wall to join him. 'Let's
follow them until they show us where the bikes are.'
The older brother began to make gestures to show that they were going home and then
they started to run.
We ran after them.
I noticed that the younger of the two brothers had to collect his shoes from the wall on
the way past, and I got there before him and grabbed them. Now, this may seem cruel to
steal a poor little deaf-mute boy's shoes, but you have to trust me, those boys were evil.
I held his shoes in the air and he jumped to try and retrieve them.
'You'll get them back when we get our bikes back,' I said like a primary school teacher.
WefollowedtheboysforafewminutesalongthewaterfrontandwesoonsawtheBMX
propped against a wall on a nearby street.
'I thought you didn't know where the bikes were, you little shits?' Ben shouted angrily.
The boys smirked.
'Tell us where the other one is,' I demanded.
The older boy started pointing in the direction of Land's End, back down the coast.
'OK, then show us where,' I said.
He shook his head and started pointing the other way, as if to say they lived in the other
direction.
'Well we're going wherever you go,' I said.
He stamped his feet again.
They lead us out of the harbour and round into the next bay. Sure enough, after about
five minutes he pointed out the scooter, which was propped up behind a dustbin. The older
boy held up his hands as if to say: 'I have no idea how that got there.'
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