"I will trade it for your five marbles." said young Boyd with disheveled brown hair and two missing incisors while one hand scratched his bum and the other grasped the ball.
After a brief pause.
He heard giggles, chuckles, and chortles; but Boyd was determined he stood there tapping his foot.
"Time is running out! If no marbles. I walk!" he said with a stern voice.
Silence and that was followed by marbles rolling in Boyd's direction.
A crooked expression and the nimble boy picked the marbles. Teased them with the ball and was swift like a hyena.
In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about trading.
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