While my classmates ran amuck, oblivious to their fate, I prayed when the time came it would be swift and painless. I kept lookout for a shotgun-toting farmer or an electric chair but a jersey cow chewing beach grass was our sole observer.
Later, we climbed back over the gate with our lives and I reread the sign.
Trespassers will be prosecuted.
Afterwards. I learned prosecuted and executed are NOT the same thing. Phew!