One Square Meter

Leo and Max were two mischievous friends about the same age. They usually got along great. But when the tide went out and exposed a tiny patch of land, they couldn’t agree on who it belonged to. “Shadow Hill is mine!” Leo said. “No, it’s mine!” Max said. “And it’s not called Shadow Hill. I just haven’t named it yet.” “You only want it because I want it! You couldn’t even be bothered to name it!” “Just because I haven’t named it doesn’t mean it can’t be mine,” Max said. “I’ve already decided what I’m going to do with it!”