The autumn leaves were blowing as things were pleasantly cool. R.O.B., who was colored completely gray, was having a practice race around the course as Birdo and Wiggler were having apple cider together.
"Hmm. This tastes a bit..." Birdo commented as she looked at her cup. "Wooden. Just plain old wooden. Eck."
Wiggler eyed Birdo oddly, holding her cup with all of her hands as she shook her head. "Wooden? Well, what do you think? It came from a maple oak tree."
Birdo tilted her head to the right. "I know, but it just feels... a bit bland." She commented as she glanced back at the cup. "It's just... a flaky feeling. It needs to be smoother."
Wiggler shrugged as she shook her head, the two females watching R.O.B. go zipping through the starting line.
