“Ben has always loved the outdoors,” Benjamin’s mom Sherry Dawson said with a warm smile while her son hit everything in sight with his stick. “He’s always looking for the next person to play with.”

“Well, he sometimes likes playing a little rough, but that’s kids, you know?” Dawson continued, shrugging her shoulders with indifference as Benjamin marched powerfully across the park, ruination in his wake. “Everybody needs to let off steam sometimes.”

At press time, Benjamin was vigorously throwing acorns at a tree.