You can hardly see him, but there’s a boy (no more than 8 years old) in the upper middle of this tree in Parque Llano. He’s cutting fruit (really, tearing it) from the tree and throwing (nothing resembling tossing) the almost ripe pieces to his partner below.
I worried that if he caught me documenting his heist he’d hurl a piece in my direction. I worried needlessly, for he dared not waste even one smooth slice of the sweetness.