Three years Later

Rosalie and Peter ran through the garden's outside their cottage. They ran through separate trails, splitting up from each other. Peter ran up to a pear tree. "Rosalie?" he called his sister.

Rosalie ran through the bushes. "Coming!" she called. She jumped out of the bushes with leaves all stuck in her strawberry blond hair. "What is it, Peter?" she asked.

"Let's get some pears!" he said, pointing to the juicy pears in the tree.

"Okay!" she said, clapping her hands. "You get them. I am too small."

"Well, I am too small too."

The children stood there not knowing what to do. Suddenly Peter got an idea. "I know! You can stand on top of me! Then you can reach them."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! Here." He bent down. "Climb on my back," he said.

Rosalie stepped up carefully upon her brother's back. She wobbled a little, unsteadily. "Aaaa!" she shrieked.

"It's okay, Rosie! Just take your time," Peter assured her.

"Well, why can't you get the pears? You are big! You can do anything!"

"Well I am not big enough to get those. Now just be careful, okay? You can do it."

Rosalie was hesitant. "Okay..." she said.

She finally pulled herself up to the first branch. She tried to grab it, but her hand missed it and she fell forward. She tumbled off her brother, with her elbow landing on a rock.

"Ow!" She instantly started crying, holding her elbow in pain. She had stains on her dress as well.

"Oh, Rosie! Are you okay?" Peter asked in a caring manner.

Rosalie didn't look at him. She just kept crying while rubbing her bruise.

Peter started to pull on her arm. "Let me see," he said.

She pulled her arm away. "No! You had a bad idea, Peter!"

"I'm sorry, Rosie! I am sorry!" Peter knew that it was his fault that his sister was hurt, and he was worried that he would get in trouble if his parents found out about this. He also knew that they could easily find out with Rosalie's bruise turning purple.

Now, she was also bleeding from the crash. Peter wanted to find a way for his parents to not know about this.

He looked about. Then he spotted the water fountain over by some talking flowers.

Just then, Rosalie got up and started walking away. "I have to show Mama," she said.

"No, Rosalie! No!" Peter said, grabbing her. "Don't tell her! I will get in trouble. She will make Papa swat me with a stick!"

"But I have a cut!"

"I know! But we can clean it out with some water! Come on!" he said, pointing to the fountain.

He lead her over to it. Then he rinsed out her cut with the water. "There! See? You are fine."

"Peter I want to go inside. I don't want to play any more," she said.

"Why?"

"I am tired. I want to take a nap."

"Well, you can take a nap under the tree, in that long grass," he said, pointing to it.

Just then, the children heard their mother calling them. "Peter? Rosalie?!" she called.

"Oh, no! It's Mama! Don't let her see your bruise!" Peter said, to Rosalie.

Rosalie covered her bruise and then they walked over to the cottage. They saw their mother out on the porch waiting for them. "Well, there you two are. Come in now. It is time for lunch," Alice said.

Peter stood closely next to his sister, trying to hide her arm. "Okay," he said.

Alice went back inside.

Peter looked at Rosalie. "Now remember, Rosie. Don't let Mama see your bruise, or I will get punished. You don't want that do you?"

"...No..." she sighed.

"Okay. Come on, then."

The children walked inside. They sat at the table. Alice had made vegetable soup for them.

"Oh, yummy! Thank you, Mama!" said Peter.

"Your welcome, Dear," Alice winked at her son.

Peter ate most of the soup, but Rosalie left her bowl almost empty. "I am full, Mama," she said.

"Full? What, were you eating in the gardens?" Alice said.

"No...but I just want to take a nap."

"Well, all right then. Go ahead," Alice said.

Rosalie got up from the table and went up the steps. She went in her room and changed her dirty dress. Then she put on a long sleeved pink dress. She knew that she could hide her bruise easier if she had long sleeves.

Then she laid down on her bed, while snuggling up with her little stuffed rabbit. She dozed off to sleep.