Paul was climbing a tree.
Not very successfully. Perhaps he wasn't very practised at the art. Perhaps he was short for his age. Perhaps I am writing this because it is such a phenomenon for Paul to be doing any exciting activity.
Not exactly unoriginal, was Paul. Paul had plenty of originality. But Paul had a ... different way of expressing himself.
He was demure, and short-legged, quiet and what many are wont to describe as a bit of a pushover. He needed managing.
Poor Paul. Climbing trees was not in his nature.
But it was necessary in this case. Paul would not climb a tree for fun. It was merely to escape the street gang: Mitzi and her club of seven-year-old holy terrifying rioters.
Paul was ten. But he was short and easily intimidated, and he lived in the slummish areas of town.
Once again, poor Paul.