The two boys were wandering aimlessly in the back field behind the house, hacking at bushes with sticks, and attacking the new grove of trees which dwarfed the fearless children.
“Did you know that the Pope can speak nine languages?” John asked suddenly.
Will looked over from where he was whacking the trunk of a tree a few feet away.
“Nine?” He asked skeptically.
“Yup.” John replied seriously. “He speaks English, Polish, Italian, and, well, some others, I guess.”
“That’s a lot.” Will remarked. “I guess you have to know a lot of languages to be the pope.”
John just nodded his head as if this were only natural, and the boys promptly resumed their work, destroying invisible enemies and pursuing valiant deeds with wooden swords