Leaning against the craggy tree stump I inhaled the smell of pine cones, admired a terracotta carpet of leaves and listened to the snapping of twigs underfoot.
A swarm of ants smothered a wrinkled crab apple. I stamped down with my red plastic sandals and squished them to a pulp.
A swarm of ants smothered a wrinkled crab apple. I stamped down with my red plastic sandals and squished them to a pulp.
