"It was because of the wind just now, right?"
"There's no wind now, so the swing stopped moving."
The woman quickly came up with a reasonable explanation.
"Is that so?"
The little boy tilted his head and looked at his mother.
Then he looked at the swing not far away.
Just as his mother had said, the swing had stopped moving.
He lifted his face and tried to feel the air.
There was no wind now.
But whether there had been wind before...
He couldn't remember.
There must have been wind, right?
His mother had said the wind had set the swing in motion.
"Silly boy."
His mother gently patted him on the head.
"What else could it be?"
"Do you think the swing moved by itself?"
The woman didn't dwell on the subject any longer.
She smiled and gave the boy a gentle push.
"All right."
"Didn't you want to play on the swing?"
"No one's here now. Hurry over and play."
There were two swings in the clearing.
The big sister noticed the little boy walking straight toward the swing she was sitting on.
She gave a slight shrug.
Then she lightly hopped down from the swing.
She didn't make a sound.
The little boy hopped onto the swing.
"Careful."
His mother hurried over and grabbed the swing's ropes.
"Don't get on the swing like that next time."
What if the swing tipped and he wasn't sitting securely? He could fall off.
"That's dangerous."
"Oh."
Seeing that his mother looked a little stern, the little boy obediently nodded.
The big sister didn't leave.
She walked over and sat on the swing beside them.
The boy swung with all his might.
But he was small and didn't have much strength, so