The Grenade

Pippin came over for tea yesterday. He said he wanted to share a secret.

"It's mine, and if mum 'n dad find out, they'll make me lose it."

"What is it, exactly?"

He held it up.

"I found it in-"

"A grenade?! Are you mad? Throw it away!"

"It's my rock, I found it, it came to me!" At that moment I realized he didn't know what a grenade even was. What's the harm in letting him keep it? I thought, just as long as he doesn't find out how to use it.

...

That night I woke to the sound of a loud boom coming from Tookland.

I think he found out.