Personal Narrative: Emus And Aussies

I look out the window and see my children playing in the garden. Most kids their age like to play games such as cowboys and Indians, but not mine. My children play emus and Aussies. Carl and Liam are usually the emu, Hamilton and Douglas farmers. They play it out their own orthodox way. Hamilton asks for the army. Then Douglas comes over. Hamilton makes some nonsensical gestures and Douglas goes to get the swords. In the meantime, Carl and Liam are watching them from the rear of the tree. Meighhhh! Liam and Carl charge. Douglas and Hamilton scrimmage against them with their sticks, but they just meighhhh louder and start flapping their arm not occupied sword fighting and circle them. After a minute Douglas shams a faint, startling their emu brothers who run back behind the trees.
I duck to the side as they look towards the window, I know when they see me they’ll stop. Carl and Liam regroup and then sneak up on the enemy, surprising them still after many times, who then retreats, knowing they weren’t going to win. Douglas and Hamilton manage to scare them off and then they raise the white flag, a stick with a (fairly) white sock. They make a big show of putting down their swords and leaving the emu’s territory. The emus put their swords down after the humans are gone. Then they do it

Somehow believing that emu were armed, with swords no less, and had attacked the humans. They don’t know what actually happened. They don’t know that the emus were just looking for food. That not only weren’t unarmed, but the people had guns instead of swords like in Renaissance times. Though I may be making it out to be show of putting down their swords and leaving the emu’s territory. The emus put their swords down after the humans are gone. Then they do it again switching roles, never seeming to get tired of reenacting the same thing over and over again, well that’s children for