Harvest Festival
Philip chewed on his fingernails while he waited for Ina to announce the results of the crop judging. He had done everything he could to give himself an edge: a fresh bottle of fertilizer, multiple waterings a day, and he had harvested them that very morning.
"In second place...Philip!"
The young man's palm promptly made contact with his forehead.
"Today's winner is...Gombe!"
The old man beamed as he accepted his prize, and Philip approached him afterwards.
"How do you always win, Gombe?"
"A special technique I unfortunately can't share."
"You're one tricky old man."
"Thank you for noticing!"