Chores

"Please clean the windows, son" said Mother.
She handed Dunk everything he needed for the job.
Dunk had better ideas.
"Mother, they'll never need cleaning again!" he boldly proclaimed.
He scooped up his trusty hammer and knocked the things out.
Dunk stands proudly in front of his work.
As the wind gusts, shards rattle from the frames and rain slaps against Dunk's back.