Jerry, happily six and eleven twelfths years old, had been playing football in the garden, but Rooneyed one over the fence and heard that glass sound, that sound when glass is no longer quite what it was. To his and her credit Jerry ran to his mother with his concerns. She encouraged him to be brave and go and knock at the door, apologise and find out the damage. He did so, and learned that his neighbours had been putting out empty wine bottles, as you do, at the moment of his miss-kick, and perhaps one slipped from a grasp or it was just vigorous clinking.
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