The Park, Late Monday Night.
In the dead of the night a shadowy figure snuck into the park, and made a bee-line for the benches near the duckpond.
After struggling with the benches for several minutes, the shadowy figure ran off and returned with a battle-axe.
A short while later two of the benches had been reduced to kindling and the others were carefully hacked off their mountings.
About half an hour after that, the benches and kindling-that-used-to-be-benches were neatly stacked in a neat bonfire arrangement next to the pond, but away from the trees.
The shadowy figure crouched near the heap of wood and flicked on a lighter. They then ran off again, this time returning with a gerry-can of oil. The next time the shadowy figure put their lighter to the kindling it caught light quickly.
The shadowy figure just as quickly retreated to the trees to watch. They might have been cackling a little.
After struggling with the benches for several minutes, the shadowy figure ran off and returned with a battle-axe.
A short while later two of the benches had been reduced to kindling and the others were carefully hacked off their mountings.
About half an hour after that, the benches and kindling-that-used-to-be-benches were neatly stacked in a neat bonfire arrangement next to the pond, but away from the trees.
The shadowy figure crouched near the heap of wood and flicked on a lighter. They then ran off again, this time returning with a gerry-can of oil. The next time the shadowy figure put their lighter to the kindling it caught light quickly.
The shadowy figure just as quickly retreated to the trees to watch. They might have been cackling a little.