"I've got you!" Inga shouted, catching her brother as he dropped down from the tree.
Fred quickly squirmed out of her arms and ran back to climb up again.
"I'm not catching you again, you're getting heavy," she insisted.
He sat on the first branch, so she climbed up to join him.
"There," she said, finding a comfortable position leaning back on the trunk.
Fred gave a grin, and immediately climbed over her and up to a higher branch.
"You think you've won?"
"What are you doing?" Inga heard from below.
"Papa?"
Fred saw, and dropped down.
"I've got you."