Looking after them was not a favor delivered on my behalf.

Luna placed a strawberry on her crown.

Daniel stared at it.

“My system wasn’t designed for fruit hats.”

The piece rolled down her forehead.

She laughed so hard that she sat abruptly on the grass, then held out her hands for another.

He wiped her fingers while I straightened the crown.

Across the lawn, Leo gave the horse a wide space beside the turtle.