It is a hot, silent June day

The midday sun beats down on the field

The Rattler lies in wait

Suddenly a noise,

The sound of dead branches being cracked, broken

The pure sound of young laughter

The two boys aproach

The Rattler does not retreat

It is hungry, and prey approaches

Oh, the folly of the Rattler

The two boys draw closer

The Rattler prepares to strike

The boys look around

One sees the Rattler

He bends down to grab a stone

He throws it with a true hand

The small, round stone hits the Rattler

It is nocked to the ground, stuned

The boys cheer

Now the second boy, a younger one, throws his own rock

He hits the Rattler's body

Where the stone hits, blood apears

And the boys cheer again, louder

They are egged on by boerdom

And Rattler lies helpless

Finally, one last stone ends his days,

The Rattler has fallen,

Man has won