Tears were nearly streaming down the little girl's face.
"S-Stop it!" She tried shouting. The boys just laughed. She clenched her fists, determined not to cry in front of them... but it was getting to be too much. "Stop it!" She repeated, tears leaking now.
"Stop it!" A boy mocked. The others laughed.
"Stop it." A new voice said, not merely echoing the others but ringing out with a strong and fierce tone. The boys now looked nervous. The girl looked behind her. There was a man standing there, glaring at the boys with his large arms crossed over his chest.
"Abba!" she squeeked happily. She grabbed his leg tightly, burying her face into his soft jacket. He put a hand securely on the back of her head, comforting his little girl. He said a sharp word of warning to them. Now that she had back-up of her own, she braved a sharp warning of her own:
"Yah, go away- or my daddy's gonna make you sorry!"