Down by the lake where the water flows gently and the ducks quack about like it’s the turn of the century, I sit and I ponder what that scent is that’s come to me.

It smells zesty and fruity and … lemony, I look around to find I’m under a lemon tree.

I pluck a ripe lemon and I look out to the boat race, a dozen paper boats, my sister’s in third place.

I tear open the flesh as I take a soft bite, it causes my mouth quite the fright as my tears sting my eyes.

Why did I do that? Why did I do that? I ask over and over.

I spit out the pulp and it lands on a clover.

I pluck it with my thumb and my index finger and I look it over.

Four leaves! I exclaim, I’ve found a four leaf clover.

I run to my sister in order to show her, but I block her view of her boat and we both topple over.

Into the water and create a wave which drowns all the boats except for my sister’s.

She was once in third, but now in first place.

It’s a shame the judges disqualify her and we leave in disgrace.