ma boys are stuck in da tree?

My two young sons are lodged in a towering old oak tree. They are about halfway up, clustered together on a sturdy branch, both clad in bright red shirts and denim jeans, their faces showing a mix of fear and excitement. The sky behind them is painted with shades of a setting sun, casting glistening hues of pink and orange that backdrop the stark silhouette of the tree. A few fallen leaves are scattered on the green grass below, painted shades of brown and orange, hinting at an early