The slender woman worked busily above him, sending slight tremors through the tree; branches and leaves shuffled and swayed as she quietly negotiated with the squirrel, emptying its nest; the both lucky and unfortunate squirrel had no defense against her glib tongue and fled, leavings its cache to the new king of the mountain.
Feng Zhiwei grabbed the pine cones and began climbing down.
As she shook the branches, playfulness grew in Ning Yi's heart.
As he mapped out his position relative to the tree, he stepped forward and cried out in surprise before kicking the tree.
But he had forgotten that he had sprained his ankle, so when his foot hit the tree the sudden agony shocked out a real cry of pain.
Feng Zhiwei whipped her head downwards in shock and lost her balance on the thin branch; she cried out in surprise as a handful of her trophies tumbled out of her hands as she fell.
Falling exactly towards Ning Yi.
