"Boys, don't go too far!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

The two flame-haired boys laughed as they raced each other into the garden, playing a game of tag. The one in front was looking back at his twin, laughing gleefully before his shoe hit something. His heart dropped and he was flung forward, landing on his elbows and knees. He changed his position until he he was sitting and checked his stinging joints. As soon as he saw the little bit of blood through his ripped jeans tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

"Georgie, are you OK?" Fred asked as he ran over to his brother. He took his twin's hands and pulled him to his feet, brushing dirt off of his face. "You'll be OK. It's only a little blood," Fred told him, giving him a bright smile. George gave a small one in return but his lower lip quivered slightly. "What was that?" Fred walked back over to where George tripped. He knelt by a hole and looked down it.

George jumped at the shriek that was pulled from Fred's throat when a creature that looked like an ugly, lumpy potato sank it's teeth on Fred's hand. Fred wailed and shook his hand, trying to get the creature off. "I'm coming Freddie!" George said as he ran over to his brother.

George grabbed onto the creature's feet and tugged as Fred pulled in the other direction. With a grunt from Fred the creature came loose and hung upside in George's hands. George screamed as the creature tried to claw at George's upside-down face. He swung the creature in an arc and let go at the peak. The twins watched as the creature was sent flying through the air and disappeared in the marsh by their home.

"Are you OK, Freddie?" George asked. Fred's mouth twisted to the side as he held out his blood covered finger. "Come on, let's go tell Mum. She'll make you feel better." He took Fred's free hand and, together, they ran into their waiting arms of their mother.