The two boys looked aghast at what had happened. Their boyish game of hiding behind the rock statues had resulted in both now lying on the ground.
“What did you do?” asked one of the other.
“I didn’t do anything, I just leaned against it, and it toppled over,” he wailed.
Both boys knew the significance of the two stone faces. History said they had been there in the bush since close to the year dot. They were they knew a link to an old and ancient tribe of rock carvers, and these were the only rock sculptures that still existed.
“We are gonna get in so much trouble,” said one.
“But if no one knows we were here then we won’t.”
“I think we should go home, yeah?”
“Good idea, let’s keep it our secret, ok?”
As the boys moved away, they heard behind them a rumbling like nothing they’d heard before. Fearing for their lives, they ran as fast as they could to their homes.
The next day out of curiosity they ventured back into the bush to see the statues standing as they always had.
“What?” they asked each other as the rumbling they heard the previous day sent them scurrying home again.