[twilight sparkle]

We spit beans that afternoon, one of the last carefree ones we would have before school was in sesson. In the garden we screamed with laughter as we chased each other around the wooden garden boxes full of produce. Two boys and a girl runn'n around chasn each other in the last days of summer, spitt'n beans from their mouths like little cannon balls, firering onto one another.

Hope people like it and agree that sometimes the last days of summer are the best.