Perhaps, it was this way!

It was a pleasant March evening. The sky was pale and a soft breeze was blowing. The birds were chirping noisily as the returned to their nests. Young Children's' Park was empty except for two boys. Jack was sitting on the ground and fiddling with twigs. Tom was throwing stones into the pond surrounding the field. When Tom got bored of throwing pebbles and stones, he turned around and said, "Jack, I don't want to spend the rest of my vacations throwing stones into the pond just because everyone else has gone out of the town!".
Jack was now standing with a twig in his hand. He said, "How can I help mate! What can two people possibly play?". Out of frustration, Tom hurled a stone towards Jack. Jack used the twig in his hand to shield himself. The stone went flying in the other direction. It didn't go very far as Jack had not applied a lot of force while hitting it away. The twig that Jack had used, broke into two pieces very soon after the encounter, just like a soldier who dies after fighting bravely.
Normally, Jack would've rushed towards Tom to beat him up for having almost injured him. But, Jack looked at him and grinned. Tom grinned back. They ran towards the trees in the park. They would go from one tree to another, break a branch and try to bend it. After going through all the trees in the park, they looked disappointed. They were unsuccessful in their search. Suddenly John exclaimed, "Hey! We didn't examine the branches of that tree in the middle of the park!". They ran towards the centre of the park. Right in the centre of the park, the oldest tree in that park stood mightily, surrounded by bushes. It was huge and looked scary. It was as old as Methuselah. It had survived all the earthquakes and cyclones that had occurred in that town over the years. It had numerous branches. The tree was tall too. Tom, who was quite tall, had to jump up to break a twig off it. Jack, being the stronger of the two, took it from him and tried to bend it. No matter how much effort he made, the twig didn't break. The boys were overjoyed!
They went to their favourite part of the park. Jack got ready with the twig in his hand. Tom took his position at a distance of about 7 feet from Jack. He picked up one of the many stones lying around him. He asked Jack, "Are you ready?". Jack nodded. Tom took a deep breath and threw the stone towards Jack with all his strength. Jack was prepared. He hit the stone hard with his twig. The stone went flying to his left. The twig in his hand was safe too. The boys jumped up jubilantly!
Every evening, they would come to park and play this game which they had devised. When other boys returned after the vacation, Tom and Jack taught them this wonderful game of twig and stone. Soon, all the children in that town, irrespective of their age, began playing this game.

Well, we all know, what that game is called now...

P.S : All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This is a only a work of fiction.

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