Owl and Raccoon threw paper planes from their respective bedroom windows, trying to get as close to the other as possible. The lawns were littered with their failed attempts.
And so far neither had crossed the fence between their houses.
In the afternoons, they watched whatever movie was on tv. Only discussing new plane folding strategies after the action scenes had finished, and it was in the boring talking bits.
The wind picked up one evening, just before the sun set. The discarded planes lifted, rose flying above the fence.
Neither were at their windows to witness this paper tornado.