"I told you not to do anything stupid while I was gone!" I scolded Match, who was leaping from one branch after the other.
The little girl fell to the ground and hit her bottom. A bleating cry fled from her mouth as Match stood back up with me.
"I didn't! And you told me to throw twigs at them while you were gone! I just did what you told me!" Match retorted.
We had a non-verbal conversation before I pursued the two hogs. I thought that Match understood my instructions. But that occurrence came back and bit me from behind.
"And here I was, hoping that you understood a single thing I've said."
"But I did!" Match riposted.
"We have other things to take care of. And don't worry, Match. It's not your fault. Those pigs would have done that, anyway."
The Match, who was about to cry, fought back her tears as she heard my sentence. It was as if she perceived a glimmer of hope to revert her usual self from weeping a million tears.
