"Alright, you sly little Nancy, how dare you sneak off!"
Emma Bernard snarled, looking like a big fat cat that just spotted a mouse. She was swaying a basket in the air.
The village chief's daughter and her group of older girls sped up, a fierce crowd like bulls with lit tails, scaring Nancy into clinging to a tree trunk without moving.
Sneaking away was something anyone could think of. Nancy thought about it, and so did Emma and her followers. They were hurrying with their bread in mouths and finally caught Nancy. Now the girls had surrounded the mulberry tree while children's voices could be heard in the distance - the main group having finished breakfast was coming too.
Doomed.
Nancy gave up any idea of escaping. She couldn't avoid the big girls wanting to embarrass her. What else could she do? Being gawked at wouldn't make her lose weight.
A childishly wicked prank was about to unfold, but the script had suddenly been rewritten.
