The next day Tim woke up next to the silos, with Cleo and Dakota licking his face. He stood up and three guys about his age were throwing sticks, glass and rubbish at him. "What are you doing on our land" said the short, fat one. Tim didn't fear any of the boys because he was a lot taller than them. Tim looked over his shoulder and saw his bike. It was perfectly fine. Tim pulled out his phone and pretended to call triple zero. "Hello, um... police please, some kids are throwing glass, sticks, and sharp rubbish, the silos, yes, thank you." Tim picked up the puppies and put them in the cooler bag, and put the cooler bag into the basket. The boys took off. It seemed as if they'd been to court before.