She went down the stairs.
And up the stream.
Through the trees.
But fell to her knees.
She cried and sobbed and screamed
But no one could hear her.
She then began to laugh.
She had set traps all day, but none had caught on.
Except on her father. Eventually, she had her victim trapped.
And threw flour all over her, while her wet skin absorbed every bit.
She stared at her caked-white mother. And ran.
After seeing the look in her mothers eyes and hearing the words she cannot repeat.
She cried and roared, with laughter.
The first of April being a success.