Waving-Tree-Stories

Motors roared. A small group of young adults, whooping with joy on the backs of their motorbikes, chased each other down the narrow streets near the Danube. They were boisterous and reckless, almost to the point of being dangerous. They stopped for a little break and some took a swig on the bottles of beer the others had brought along. With cheeky smiles, they elbowed each other, saying: “Look over there - that’s a horse stable, isn’t it?” C’mon, guys, let’s give the nags a nasty little shock!” They grinned mischievously at each other as they sat on their bikes. You see; one without a useful occupati