It was an unusually sunny morning. The cocks had long finished crowing. Dimkpa, Chukwudi’s younger brother waltzed through the bushes with two friends. They were taking a joy trip to the village stream about five kilometers away. Suddenly there was movement in the bushes. Then appeared Obinna, the village bully along with Nnaji and Emeka. “Where is that skinny whimp you call a brother” Said Obinna. “Right here” a deep voice responded. Just then, a large young man came from behind them. “Chuks?!” they said almost in unison. “No, I’m his uncle and you three are in big trouble”.