In the picture is a boy named Marcus who lives in a villa. Also in the picture is another boy named Sextus who lives in the same villa. Marcus and Sextus are friends.

A man called Davus is in the picture. He works alone, and he is angry because the boys are running and laughing in the garden.

Marcus and Sextus sit down so they can arm-wrestle on the table. Marcus is very strong, and just as he's about to win, the table tips under all the pressure he's been putting on it. Davus is shocked and jumps right into the fishpond that he's been tending to. The koi fish swim up to this new visitor, bite his ankles as he flails his arms helplessly, and rub their slimy scales against his face. Sextus and Marcus laugh as Davus emerges from the water sopping wet with stringy, wet, gray hair. "GO AWAY, YOU-YOU-YOU-" Davus pauses to consider a strong enough word to describe them without cursing. "YOU PESTS!!!!"

"Uh-oh," Sextus proclaims.

"Run for it! We're toast!" Marcus shouts. The boys flee the garden. Davus sighs with relief that they are gone, then groans because they've given him extra work.