The Friendly Ogre
A boy passed a flat smooth stone to another, his compatriot in the crime of disturbing a pristinely calm surface of lake water that lay on the edge of a thick wood.
'It's perfect!' exclaimed the other, taking the stone. Feeling the smoothness between his fingers, he worked the stone into his hand until it sat just right, and then whipped it out away from him.
As it danced across the water, they counted.