Milo's Midday Adventure: A Short Story

Milo's Midday Adventure
Milo kicked the stones as he walked home from school, a strange exuberance settling within him as they skidded along the pavement.
He kicked again, but missed. Furrowing his eyebrows, he spoke aloud, "Really, saukerl, you think I'll let you go? Hmph!" He kicked harder and watched the stone fly a distance away.
He jumped and whooped, the classic excitement of the twelve year old coloring the air.
"I'm coming for you!" he yelled, and chased the stone. However, he stopped short.
"Whoa."
A massive white boat stood magnificently on the Elbie, the likes of which the young boy had never seen before. A soft whistle escaped his lips as he ran down to examine it, his backpack swinging madly behind him.
He traced his hands along

Apparently, the man realized it too and gave up fast enough. Milo hid behind a wall, as he watched the man retreat.
On a hunch, Milo decided to follow him even though it went against every gut instinct that he had. The man went further down the alley, and stopped at a rundown building. He barked a few words to a man sitting outside, and then proceeded to go in. Milo realized he could not get inside the building without being seen, and so proceeded to go around it looking for an alternate entrance. It was then that a curious sight beckoned him...there was a window left unshut, and from within there were sounds of children in distress. Milo took an appropriate position, and what he saw made him sick, sick to the core, the sight of so many children huddled together, and all obviously in distress. Yes, the man was a kidnapper, and he, Milo, now had the responsibility of delivering them to safety.
Milo fled from the scene, and scoured the streets for a policeman. `God, please let there be a policeman, please, God, please...His prayers were answered, and Milo latched on to the policeman's hands for all he was worth.
He explained amidst tears what he had just seen to the startled policeman,