The little girl snuck behind the trees and used those barriers to her advantage. Match inched closer until she reached a set of towering weeds, ready to pounce at the tiny creature. With a tongue that she twisted out from her lips, Match leapt from her ground. (Author's note: now that I had written about it, this part sounds so weird XD. You know how people do something crazy? They do the tongue twister, as if it would do anything? Right? Anyway, back to the story.
But it was already too late. Instead of slinking behind the plants producing no sounds, Match trundled and created a cacophony of sounds. She cracked some twigs, crushed the dried leaves, and even rolled thousands of pebbles towards the rabbit. The bunny that she desperately tried getting for the ninth time failed.
This session was her tenth time doing what I had told her to do. After a week, all her efforts of training bore no fruit at all. She cannot get a hare with her bare hands.
