The three youngsters gathered once again to skip stones. Though Lina was the most timid of the trio, she skipped stones better than anyone.
Just as she did now: with a casual flick of her wrist, Willa groaned beside her, "Argh! Not again! I lost! One more time!"
Another round—another casual toss—and Lina won yet again, leaving Willa feeling utterly defeated.
Furious, Willa threw her own stone away, flopped dramatically onto the ground, and began rolling around. "I'm so mad!"
Lina was used to Willa's habit of flailing and shouting at the same time. She picked up the stone Willa had tossed aside and casually threw it again. It soared across the river, skipping even farther than before.
That sight made Willa stop rolling. She jerked upright—her clothes now rumpled, her hair full of bits of grass. Grabbing a handful of grass, she flung it at Lina. "You're doing that on purpose!"