Feeling neighborly

There was a large group of us kids ranging in age from 3-7 that played together in a big pack. We didn't always get along. Rick, one of the neighbor's sons, often picked on my little brother. One day mom had enough of Rick giving Mike a hard time after he came home crying and ratted out Rick.

"Greg! Your damn brother Rick is picking on Mike again. Here is $5. Go beat him up for me, ok?"
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