“Don’t start fires at random places son…” he heard his mother shout from the kitchen. He ignored her and threw the matchstick in the pile of leaves.
He loved those flames, even though his parents have told him again and again to collect the leaves in the pit and set fire there but he could hardly wait, ignoring the fact that these whims caused damage to nearby plants.
“Maybe we should send him to a shrink..” his father muttered. “You know setting fire without any rhyme or reason is the first sign of psychopaths.”
“The next sign his cruelty to animals…” they both looked at him, tugging the tail of their pet cat.
“Is he hurting him….”
“Dont think so… I think he is only playing.”