"Pebbles and gravel, in my heart made of stone...." read Horace. They had been walking for hours and had stopped next to a small stream to rest and drink. Maya and Minan had climbed a tree and were looking at the view of the far away city and the sea beyond it, while Horace was sitting by the stream with a hand in the water, reading.
"Hahaha, no You're a pineapple! " yelled Maya at Minan while dangling from a tree branch by her legs. Minan dropped down on his feet in the middle of the stream. "Do pineapples infact fall from trees? I don't think so." He replied chuckling. He made his way out of the small stream.
"Ah! Nice and fresh!" he said wriggling his feet to get water off them. Maya laughed as she dropped with her feet in the stream herself.