Apple Pie

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.