Paper Airplanes AmeriCana A/N: This uses human names, so if you don't like don't read.
This also takes place in Vermont near the border.
A young boy, about five years old, sat on the sidewalk watching as his baseball rolled to the other side of the street. The boy wore a baseball cap, a blue t-shirt, and blue jeans. He had short blonde hair and blue eyes.
"Well the ball lost now." A voice said behind him. The young boy looked behind him to see a tall older man with blonde hair, green eyes, and bushy eyebrows. The man was Aurthur. " Over there is Canada, So we can't cross it-even if it's to get a ball."
"But,why?" The young boy asked.
"We just can't. Come on, Alfred, it's time for supper." Aurthur looked into the boys eyes and felt some what guilty. "I'll get you another ball tomorrow, and we could also go down to Dairy Queen, okay?"
"Okay." Aurthur walked with Alfred into the house. Alfred looked back at were th