Apple Pie
I
walked to my chicken coop smiling. I remembered Katie's red face.
Even if it was red it was still very pretty. I went inside and heard
the little chirp of my three little chickens. I patted them and they
climbed aboard my hand and I raised them a foot off the ground. They
let out a loud chirp as they fell down, pretending to be little
yellow sky divers without a parachute. I laughed. I gave them some
food and they gobbled it all up in one minute flat. I laughed again.
I walked to the field where I immediately spotted a my hoe and
strawberry seeds and sighed for not completing my job yesterday. I
planted the rest and watered every single crop. I saw some ants
crawling on a cabbage and I blew on them watching them land on the
dirt. I got up and looked back to see Lyla standing there with a
slice of pie on a paper plate in her hands. Apple pie
"Hello
Lyla. Need anything?"
"Hello Kyle. Nope. I came here to give
you your favorite. Apple pie. I figured you'd want it since I have
no one else to share it with."
She smiled cheerfully. Her face
looked as if she had just built the Empire State Building in five
minutes. I had to force everything inside me to stop myself from
laughing.
"How did you know?"
"You told me remember.
Actually you told everyone in Café Callaway."
She looked
up at the sky as if remembering when. I sighed for
forgetting.
"Thanks Lyla. I appreciate it."
She blushed and
pushed a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Your welcome. See you
soon. Don't forget to visit. Ta! Ta!"
She walked off to the
exit humming Old McDonald.
What a coincidence. I bursted
into laughter as soon as she left. I held myself together and sat
down and ate the apple pie quickly. Mmmmmm...She put cinnamon in
too. Best apple pie I've eaten here.
