I went out walking again today. I need the exercise, and there’s always something to see.

I climbed the hill behind the library where the park is. The city has been laid out by planners who knew what they were doing. They knew our needs and desires and built accordingly.

The children’s area is the closest to the path. A little boy was sliding down the slide as his daddy watched. A little girl was swinging on the swings as her mother pushed her higher.

In the corner is a sandbox. Two boys are playing in the sand.

One little boy is piling up the sand, watching it run through his fingers.

The other boy has a pail and shovel, the usual implements of sandbox. He’s older, looks too old to be playing in a sandbox. He’s fat like a baby and pounds his shovel on the sand.

The first little boy finds a rock and holds it up. “I found a rock!” he says.

The older boy says, “I want it!” hits the younger boy on the head with his shovel and grabs the rock.

A passing woman sits beside me and explains. “The bigger boy is a baby bully. He looks fat because he’s empty inside, hollow, and full of himself. You can tell he didn’t have parental love, and nothing is ever enough for him. He’s aggressive acquisitive with unmet needs. He thinks he owns the world.”

I looked at the woman. “How do you know so much? You sound like a newscaster explaining the world.”

She said, “Just watch,” and stood up to leave.

I watched.

The older boy was choking the younger one and shoving his face in the dirty sand.

“Hey there!” I yelled and stood up to separate the two.

Two large men in masks I hadn’t noticed before appeared and pulled me roughly away.

One said through his mask, “If you interfere, we’ll kill you.”

The other said, “We’ve done it before.”

I staggered out of the sandbox past a pile of rocks the big bully baby was building. He smirked at me as I went by and did a little baby dance of triumph on his little feet and bloated ankles.

I staggered over to the tennis court where a game was in progress.

I heard the score called out, “Love forty!”

I said, “At least!” and sat down to watch the game.