She had expected to find Annie snoozing by a fence, or trying to polish off the last of her lunch before the festival in an hour. What she hadn't expected to see was her rival knee-deep in dirt and crying her eyes out.
"Annie?"
She jumped and knuckled the wet from her eyes.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Annie replied with a forced grin.
"You're lying."
"I -" She roughly rubbed her face. "I squashed my yam. It's ruined."
Elise thought for a moment.
Annie's mouth went round as Elise's pumpkin was promptly dropped and smashed beneath her heel.
"Oh, dear. Mine too."