Beg them to stop!

"Hey!", Lauren whined, more than admonished. Her false-courage evaporated by the very real deal of damages to her brand new (well, to her) home without the prospect of being able to afford any of them!

"Stop that!", she cried as the gang gathered up rocks, of which heaps were scattered about her unkempt lawn.

Round one, aim, fire!

Voom, crash, thunk, bang!

While one goes wide and merely dents her aluminum siding, a rock went through her other window and the third banged out her porch light!

She tried reason.

"You shouldn't be doing this!"

"Fire round two!", the leader cries, orders like a captain, "Aim inside!"

Another loud WHAP! A THUD! And worst of all, the tinklng of yet more glass!

She tried threats.

"I'll tell on you!"

"Take the castle, take the castle!", she shouted as they rushed to storm to retake their clubhouse.

She slipped down to pathetic empathy.

"Please! Not my new house! My beautiful, beautiful house!"

All fell on deaf ear as the kids scuried inside, as vindictive and wicked as the pirates they imagined themselves. Innocent and heartless.