The boys looked eagerly through a gap in the orchard wall. Just beyond, luscious fresh fruit would be theirs for the taking. At nine feet in height the barrier wasn’t practical to scale, well at least on the return journey with their arms full of the delicious bounty.
As Charlie reached for the gate, to see if he could open it, an Old Timer called out to him.
“Yea won’t be wanting the meddle with that there gate, young fellers,” he called.
“Why not?” asked Davy.
“On account of them there high tech security systems, and such,” the codger replied.
“A security system on a rickety old gate like this?” Charlie questioned with an air of disbelief.
“Aye. It’s been said around these parts that those be Bill’s Gates.”