“I think it’s time for a drinking game.” said Danny. “how about kats n cradles. I go first. “ Danny put on his kats, while Main got out his spare cradle. “So glad youve got that dirty worn down cradle with you” said Noah “I know” “Best to seven. We can share the kats every other one.” The four boys, standing in a circle around the unlit fire pit started to tap their feet and chant in unison; “kats in the cradles kats in the cradles” while passing around Danny’s kats. Mains grimy smelly baggy cradle was hardly up for their speed an skill at the game. it took four minutes before Noah was the first one to let the kats stay in the cradle for ten seconds. Noah took a shot of vodka, and they immediately resumed play, as noah shook his face. As the kats got passed around and around “kats in the cradles” one of them has the cradle and they try and get a hold of the kats for more than ten seconds. “this cradle makes my foot itch main. where has it been?” asked jonas “on your other foot jonas. this is your old cradle i swiped from your place last week when mine went caput. how has that bacteria not migrated from one foot to the other?”