"That's Anger."

"What's that?" the little dark haired said to the other little blue eyed boy and pointed at a little red ball. "It's anger." the blue eyed boy answered. "How do you know that? Isn't it just a ball?" the dark haired boy asked. "I just know somehow. It's weird." the blue eyed boy said and squatted down to have a better look at the little red ball that had bounced up to him and stopped at his feet. "Definitely is." the other boy said and sat down next to the blue eyed boy to inspect anger with him. "I feel it too now." the dark haired boy said as he'd watched the little red ball closely for a few seconds. "Is it just me or is it kind of trembling?" the blue eyed boy asked. Both boys hadn't taken their eyes off the ball since they started talking. "Trembling with fury, you might say." the dark haired boy answered and laughed a little at his own remark. "Why do you think it came here?" the dark haired boy asked his friend and looked at him. His friend kept watching the ball. He didn't answer. "Did you do something?" the dark haired boy inquisited. "I didn't do anything." the blue eyed boy answered still staring at the ball. "Hey." the dark haired boy said and nodged his friend. "Let's go play soccer or something. Leave this thing alone." The blue eyed boy answered: "But what if it follows us?" "Let's see if it does." the dark haired boy answered and took his friend by the elbow and they both got up. The blue eyed boy released the ball from his gaze and it merrily bounced away down the road as the two little boys started playing soccer in the green park.