Three teenage boys walked across the street from their house and down Rock's driveway toward his backyard. They carried lawn tools, including a rake and a hedge trimmer. Confused, Rock walked out of his house and spoke to the boys just as they walked through a gate beside his garage. "Hey, fellows," he said. "What's up?"
They stopped and turned toward him with shy, embarrassed expressions. "Our dad sent us over here," one of them said. "He told us he wants us to clean up your backyard."
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