Trouble Is A Mate

“What’s going on, Dad?” I asked.

“There seems to be something strange here,” Dad pointed out a red footprint around the waterway.

“Damn, what’s that?” Alpha Matthew replied.

“It’s red paint,” Dad muttered.

“I think I know who did it.” I narrowed my eyes and turned my head.

A strewn and splattered can of paint.

“Who did this kid inherit his ignorance from?” Mark complained and sighed.

“You’re the one who’s ignorant of me,” I commented.

“I’ve never done anything this silly,” Mark defended himself.

“Listen to me. You’d rather clean this drain right away than get into an argument right now,” Dad said.

“Well, I’ll leave the job to the children’s dad,” I closed my eyes.

“Bloody hell,” Mark whined.

“Come on, Mark. This is the mischief of those Twin Troublemakers,” I teased him.

“Alright, I’ll take responsibility. But where are those two mischievous kids?” Mark asked.

“I don’t know, I haven’t seen them since earlier,” I mumbled, scanning the area around us.

“Could they have already