Flopping flat on her back, the grass crunched lightly. Yikes, someone should really water this stuff. Spreading her arms out, she stared up at the clouds that were lazily hovering above them. Oh to be so carefree.

"I'll take your secret to the grave." Making a makeshift grass angel, Esther gathered the attention of the cows, which were making their way over at a snail crawl. "That may be so, but I'm pretty young myself, you know!"