I froze in my tracks. I broke out in a cold sweat. My eyes had seen what my mouth couldn't utter. My knees became weak and my stomach queasy. I was shaking like a leaf. I tried to speak but my lips were dry and could barely open. I looked at my two friends, petrified, their knees violently knocking each other. Terrified, Johnny couldn't hold his call of nature. Wet and soiled, he started to wail loudly and crying out his mother's name.
At first our plan had gone on well. Normally, I would jump over the fence and survey the situation, then whistle to alert my friends that the coast was clear. They would then join me and we would have a feast enjoying fruits from different trees.