Five at home is just as fun

We had a great dawn. We kicked start our day afresh, unlike the other days, to instinctively find the energy for EXERCISE. It was wonderful; it lasted for three hours, and we thought the game should be called goodminton at all... However, it just happened that I was absent at the scene. I watched from afar, from the treehouse. The day was bright, the morning silent. Popping my head out from the treehouse, the battleground was like a open matchbox with seven ants trapped in it, waving their feelers and occasionnally, one or two would be shattered and lie at a corner.