"It happened just the way I'm telling it Janie. She threw the ball at me and yelled think fast, I was soaked." Prue said
"What are you gonna do about it?" Janie asked as they brought their lunch trays to the table
"Get her back today."
"Ohhh.I love a good feud, what're you going to do?"
"Same thing she did, except she's gonna have a full lunch tray. Not a dinky little soda."
"I love it, but you have to time it right, any ideas?"
"When she's on the last step I'll toss it, with luck she'll trip and fall face first into it."
"Sounds evil, but Prue, do you want to do that to her? She's only 7." Janie reasoned
"But she's a devious little stinker; if worst comes to worst she'll fall in her lunch, big deal."
"I know, but think how that would make you feel at that age."
"It's a matter of principle, what kind of friend are you? Sticking up for the enemy?" Prue asked
"A sensible on.I hear here coming now, you going to actually do this?"
"Of course" Prue answered