I strutted up to the aging door of Bella's house. She answered as my fingers left the doorbell.
"Hi, Edward!" she said. Her eyes were wide and frantic, and her hair was frizzled. Her mind seemed to be somewhere else. Crap.
"Bella, calm down. I know what happened," I told her gently. She shook her head.
"What? Huh? Of course I didn't get a sugar high. I don't eat sugar. I don't even think about sugar. Nope, I forget about sugar sometimes. What is sugar anyway? Sugar, sugar, sugar. Hey, do you have sugar?" she said in one breath. I smiled. As long as she was crazy like this, I might as well take advantage of it.
"Hey, Bella," I asked, "Wanna go climb a tree?" She nodded in a lightning quick motion.
"Sure, yeah, let's go climbing trees. Let's climb mountains, and trucks, and anthills, and ladders, and houses, and tumbleweeds, and pistachios. I wanna climb, climb, climb! Sugar." Wow, how much did she ingest? I checked the date mentally. June 7th. There were no major holidays centered on candy that had been observed recently, so this must be self-inflicted. I shrugged and led her out to the highest tree I could find. She scurried up to the top like a squirrel.
"Edward, it's awesome! I can see my house. It looks like a little slab of chocolate." She looked down at me. "And you look like a Marshmallow Peep!" she yelled. "And all the trees look like lollipops, and the dirt looks like crumbled Oreos, and the bushes look like mints…" she went on. I stole away quietly, leaving her up in the tree, still fantasizing about unrealistic amounts of junk food.