How do I describe the events that unfolded yesterday evening?

I'm trying to eliminate as much drama from my life as possible, but the annoyance that it is, came in full force last night.
There we are 6:45, 7ish range, Sunday evening enjoying ourselves in our backyard, playing, relaxing, putting the final touches on our newly re-redone pond area, when we look up to the left of the house, stands this Bryan Police Officer with his big AR-15 (a really big A** gun). He says, "What's going on?", we respond, "What do you mean, 'What's going on?'". The officer then says, "You didn't hear any gun shots around here did you or see a 14 year old girl with a shot gun?".
-Pause for a moment and here are my thoughts going through my mind: 'What in the world!?" "Is this a joke?" "That's a really big A** gun?" "Is this for real?" "Are they pulling a prank on Dusty?"...
-Here are Dusty's thoughts, "Hey dude!" "Cool Gun!" "Am I on Punked?" 
Then we turn to the right of the house and there stands two more officers, one with a shot gun and one with a machine gun. OK OK, this is no joke. So our thoughts totally shift from 'Is this a joke?' to 'Holy crap, what's going on?' and "Kids get behind me".
The dialogue sort of went like this, "You guys didn't hear any gun shots?", 'No'. "You didn't see a girl with a shot gun running around here did you?", 'No'. "Is there anyone in the house?", 'Uhm, no, we just got back from church and came straight to the back yard'. "So, no one else is in the house?" 'Not that we know of'. "Dispatch, please confirm location - 'whay whay whay whay' - this is 2317 correct?" 'Yes' "And there's no one else in the house?" 'Uhmmmm...."  "May we go inside to check?", 'Uhm yeah!'.
While all this is going on one more officer creeps up from the neighbors yards, the K-9 unit. At this point the officers know it's not us that reported the incident nor are we the one's even being involved. There was a mass confusion of whether or not they had the correct location. All the while I think two more officers snuck up to join the party. I am totaly freaked out at this point and all I cared about was getting out from the back yard and behind those officers. Poor Dusty probably has nail impressions in his arms from me squezzing so hard.
We finally proceed to get out from the back yard and move toward the officer with georgeous german shepard when the neighbor boy pops out of his house to see what's going. Dusty and I start yelling at him to get back inside and we follow him into his house.
When it's all said and done and the house is cleared of the 'boogy man' (or in this instance a craized teenage girl with a shot gun killing cats) there we stand with 5 officers in full armor with huge A** guns and total confusion about where this call came from.
After about 20 or so minutes of dileberating with dispatch and talking to the neighbors, we come to find out that the neighbor boy, who is 11, was dared by his 'friends' who he was chatting with online to call into 9-1-1 to report this. The officers couldn't orginally trace the call because the boy was using SKYPE. Immidetly two officers took the boy around the corner of the house and start drilling and lecturing him about the seriousness of this incident. The officers come and talk to us or mediate the converstaion they had with the boy. He tells us the boy has to write us a formal letter of appology, do 30 days of chores at our house everyday after school, and the city of bryan is not going press charges.

I cannot believe we were totally surrounded by 5 officers with exteremly big guns trying to find a teenage girl with a shot gun killing cats. Did that really just happen to us?!

Though I do have to say this. I was totally, totally impressed about the sneaky skills that Bryan PD had. We didn't even hear them open the front gates or even walking up on us. It was total suprise. They also were very professional because Dusty knew most of those guys because he works for the county and deals with them on a daily basis.That's why we thought it was a joke. Bryan PD was very curtious and kind to us through the whole process.
But get this...one of our friends who works the night shift is a Bryan PD officer is a part of that team. But since it was Sunday he goes in late and was not there. I can only imagine if he was on shift at the time and the thoughts going through his mind..."What? That's the Maxwells!" We really would have thought it was a joke if we saw him there.

With all that said, my thoughts shift from being freaked out about the whole situation to, 'How can we now minister to this boy who has no father figure in his life and doesn't know Jesus.' Looks like that's our next mission...

Why in the world does drama surround me? I don't like it. I don't operate well with it. But it sure loves me!