It was a lovely day yesterday. We went Strawberry picking. As we were leaving be paid for the Strawberries we'd collected. The lady accepting the money asked Brodie if he'd had a nice time. He looked at the ground and said nothing. She asked Lochie, he looked up at her and said "Yes, and we didn't eat any until we get home." "That's good," said the lady, "that's very honest of you." She smiled at him and I wiped my face to make sure that I had no left overs on my chin.
Suddenly Brodie chirps up, "I think Isla had one."
"Isla, who's Isla." The lady asked.
"Me" said Isla, appearing from behind her mother's legs, her face completely red with strawberry juice, the front of her top slightly dribbled on, a bright and blazing pink!
"We'd better be off," I said "thank you very much, it was wonderful."
"Thank you too, have a nice trip home." She said, smiling but not as kindly as she had been moments before.
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