Their leader was a tall girl with bushy hair finished in uneven pigtails wearing a dirt soiled yellow pinafore with one strap undone. Her face turned grotesque in anger as she scolded a boy for mindlessly rolling his battered tyre into the play area. A second group gathered under the guava tree. The tiniest children caught white flowers dropping as the tree shook. A big kid stood guard, watching the round berries land, awaiting the tree shaker’s descent down the mottled trunk.