Swiftcurrent Creek With this apple we shall PLAY!!

Last post for me! Fade?

Success! Sweet Victory!!! The smooth, tangy skin of the apple tasted like the greatest triumph as Tuwawi bounced away, elated to posses such a prize. Her springy strides were gay, figure drenched in childlike bliss as she cantered away from the boys, eager to keep the prize to herself and dominate the playing field. A sly grin dared her comrades to try and steal it from her clutches — for she was a worthy opponent, quick and nimble as a hare in a meadow. No half-hearted attempts would see the fruit taken from her.

She would continue this game into the evening, until they either grew tired or their precious apple became too bruised to continue. Either way, she had enjoyed herself. Sometimes the greatest fun in the world came from the most simple of places, and a game between friends was a wonderful thing.