"It's just chicken," He says as I chase him round and round the chairs with the chicken still in his hand.
"It's not just chicken, it's mine!" I yell almost in tears as he won't just give me back what is mine.
"Argh!" I crash my knee into a chair and instantly fall to the ground in pain.
"Pagne! Are you alright?" He asks from afar. "You're not just acting that way to get me to come closer to you are you?" He asks.
"This is all your fault! My knee hurts!!" I cry out and I see his eyes go wider as he realizes I'm not faking it. Quickly he makes his way to my side and an invisible smirk climbs onto my lips as he takes the bait.
"Let me see." He says as he crouches down next to me, with a quick maneuver, I rise to a kneeling position, push him till his butt hits the ground and his back is pressed upon the chair and I'm atop him, with my chicken victoriously in my hand.
