Had it not been left behind at the daycare, in an attempt to delay the discovery of her absence; she would have liked to be wearing her bright pink wind-breaker. Instead, she mourned its sacrifice as the autumn air nipped at her arms; which only had a thin, striped shirt to cover them. Nonetheless, she would have gladly abandoned most of her wardrobe in order to escape. She was so happy that she sang to herself.
“Tree tops
Gumball drops
‘frow ‘em hard
an’ watch ’em plop!”
Finding no gumballs in the immediate vicinity, she grabbed a few small stones, and chucked them into the stream; smiling at the sound they made. The thought of gumballs reminded her of candy, which in turn reminded her of the small candy-bar she had taken on her way out of the daycare.
