Darren had crept round the side of the barn and scaled it, using imperfections in the woodwork and panels as handholds and foot grips. Darren made it to the structurally unsound roof and tried to listen in on anything. It started with the wet crunch of an apple being eaten, until a second voice was heard, an older more mature voice. "Are you a witch?" A child's voice asked. Darren took one step before the roof gave in, sending Darren plummeting to the ground and into a pile of hay. It certainly drew the attention of the other two or they're deaf. For his sake, the latter would have been preferable.