"Are you awake, Emma?" whispered a man.
Emma slowly wakes up, putting her hand on her forehead, on a mat. She looks to her right to see a tall man with a yellow tie and blue leather jeans on. He also had on a green shirt and he looked gorgeous! His eyes were fixed on her. She remembers that she has forgotten something and rushed to the man.
"Albert! You came to see me! Do you know where my basket is at?" asked Emma.
"Uh… what do you need a basket for?" asked Albert.
"Are you silly? Go back to school! To put stuff in." said Emma.
"Why? I was just curious. Guess what, I have seen it, and I want you to do me a favor in return. Bring my wife some strawberries." ordered Albert.
"Why can't you go give them to her yourself?" asked Emma, back to normal.
"I can't... I'm allergic to strawberries," He gives her her basket. "Here's your basket, and find me those strawberries. They're in the strawberry field near the cemetery where your parents were buried at. Don't stop until they're filled up. She's at the field." said Albert.
Emma skips into the field, singing.
Emma picked the strawberries from the bush and throws them inside her basket. When it was full, she brought them over to Albert's wife.
"Here's a basket full of strawberries, whats-her-name." said Emma, happily.
"Oh! Wonderful strawberries! You know how much I love strawberries, sweetheart. My husband orders people to go get me some strawberries. And I thank you for being so sweet." gasped Albert's wife.
"You're too nice! What if there are some mean people that gave you strawberries? They just want to follow the rules, not everyone I seen that follows rules are basically nice." said Emma.
"Well, sure, that's part of life, sweetheart." said Albert's wife.
After Emma gave the strawberries to the woman, she strolled off into the street. She ran off into a cemetery and went to go find some grapes. After a minute of looking, she heard some people talking '…little girl…'
"What?"
She went in the crowd of people that were chattering, looking at a man inside his casket. She squeezed into the crowd, gazing at the man in the casket.
"And what are you doing here, little girl?" asked a man, pushing Emma. "You go snooping in other peoples' business, you little busybody."
Emma understood that they were not talking about her and went back to finding her some grapes to eat.
"A prayer? I'm not staying for it, I don't want to hear a prayer." grumbled a man, walking away.
"He doesn't deserve a prayer, Reverend Hicks." said a woman, walking away as well.
"Oh, lord of mercy and justice. We trust that there is a time for punishment and a time for forgiveness. And we will lead the judgment of both in your almighty hands. I do not ask for mercy upon the soul that was buried here today. I ask for justice." With that, Reverend left.
Two men went over to the casket and pointed to the corpse, opening his eyes. "Oh, look, look. He's moving! He's moving!" They ran away, screaming. Emma was distracted, turning around to see the corpse chasing after the men.
"Help me!" One of them yelled. They got into the truck and drove away.
Emma ran to the zombie and stood, clenching her fists, glaring at him. "What is the big idea, scaring them like that? You want to be a supernatural?" The zombie ignored, trying to grab her in which Emma fled.
"They ought to make the day the time changes the first day of Summer." said Barbara.
"What!" exclaimed Johnny.
"Well, it's eight o' clock and it's still light." said Barbara.
"God, the extra daylight does us, now we still got a three hour drive back we're not going to be home until after midnight." said Johnny.
Emma ran to Barbara. "Are you a son of a gun!" exclaimed Emma as Barbara screamed, falling out.
"You scared her." said Johnny.
"That happens during the hot days, you don't have to worry about it, mother of a bull!"
"Take your time, think before you act, and don't scare people like that." ordered Barbara, angrily.
"I don't have impulse. If you don't know the time of a day at a mature age, you must be stupid and didn't have any parents… I WISH YOU'D GO TO HELL!" screamed Emma as Johnny pushed her away.
Barbara got out the car and shoved her hands in her pockets, walking to the cemetery.
"There's nothing wrong with the radio." said Johnny.
"Which row is it in?" asked Barbara.
"There's no one around here." said Johnny.
"It's late." said Barbara.
"And you got the time messed up!" exclaimed Emma.
"I think you complain just to hear yourself talk! And Emma, you don't think before you talk."
"Of course I do! You see I reflect on my thoughts before I say anything. Johnny's talkative? No way, in other words, he's just human." said Emma.
"Johnny is so extroverted. You need to stop being so stubborn." ordered Barbara.
"I what? Why don't you go kick some rocks?"
"There it is!" exclaimed Barbara.
Johnny kneels to their father's grave and sets a cross on it.
"I wonder what happened to the one from last year…" wondered Johnny. "Each year we spend good money on these things."
