throwing sticks at her from a nearby tree.

trips and falls on her face. A string of curses is now filling the area.

snickers quietly to herself and waits for Ann to get up before resuming her silent attack.

sits up and dusts herself off. Who was trying to ruin her good mood!?

that Ann should appreciate the twigs; they improve her looks.

picks them from her hair and casts a look around. "Who is there?"

clapped a hand over her mouth and hid behind some thin branches. Hid may have been a very generous way of putting it, since it hardly_

concealed anything. Though at least the grey sweater she was wearing did match the dreary grey sky that always plagued England!

looking around. "This isn't funny!"

throws a larger stick at her.

catches it. "There you are." Her eyes lock on to the direction of which it came.