War and peace, the kindergarten version – a short, short story

“Your son hit my daughter!” said the woman.
“Your daughter scratched his face!” said the other woman.
“That was because he hit her. You can see the mark on her face.”
“What about the scratch on my son’s face?”
The children stood at a distance, watching their mothers argue.
The girl giggled.
“Why are you laughing?” the boy said.
“My mother’s face turns red when she is angry, ” she said.
The boy looked carefully. “You are right. It looks funny. My mother crumples her face when she is shouting.”
“Do you want to see my cat?”, said the girl, “Her name is Dots.”
“Will you let me play with your cat.”
“I will let you play with my cat, but you have to promise that you will not hit me.”
“Ok,” said the boy.
The two walked away, while their mothers continued arguing.