The Ball - Bomb

If it was anyone's fault, it was the boy with the bright red top in the playground. I saw him. He climbed to the top of the ancient oak, and was so high that when the dinner laidies called for him to come down, you couldn't see him. He suddenly produced a shiny red ball, and threw it, he threw it with the accuracy of an olympian javelin thrower.

I knew where he was aiming. My house. I'd arrived home just in time to see it land. It exploded! Dirt was everywhere, like a hurricane just settled. My mum and dad were pretending to be lambs, so they'd probally got shell shocked. I'd just realised what the ball was:

THE BALL BOMB