Molly, Saige, and Isabelle decided that today would be a splendid day for a picnic, what with the cloudy skies, low temperatures and all.
Isabelle burst through the front door around lunchtime, carrying a large basket.
“Will this do, Saige?” she asked.
Saige nodded. “Yeah, that’ll work!”
Then she turned back to Molly and placed some Pop Tarts on the ever-growing pile in her sister’s arms.
“Hold these Pop Tarts, would you, Molly dear?” she said.
Izzy lugged the picnic basket over to them.
“Put that stuff in here, Molly,” she offered.
Soon, the basket was filled with lots of picnic-y goodness: sandwiches, apples, and raisins, to name a few.
Then they covered it with Molly’s bedspread, which looked suspiciously like a blue picnic blanket.
Then, with her head held high, Saige marched outside. “Come on!” she called over her shoulder.
Molly and Isabelle picked up the basket between them and staggered after Saige.
They crossed the yard to the Play Fort, where they had taken Savannah for her birthday yesterday, and Molly and Izzy collapsed on the ground, breathing hard.
Saige pulled Molly up and said, “You guys can’t seriously be that tired. You only crossed the yard!”
“We seriously can be that tired,” Izzy shot back. “You try dragging a giant picnic basket half way across a human-size yard.”
Molly stood up, tugged on her braids, and smoothed out her skirt. “I’ve got my breath back,” she informed her sisters.
Then she looked around and gasped — there was a human-sized swing!
She ran over to it and tried to pull herself up, but it was just out of reach.
Isabelle was recovered by now, so she gave Molly a boost up to the swing.
Molly held onto one of the chains and started swinging back and forth. “Woah . . . woah!” she exclaimed.
Izzy hopped onto a second swing. “Awesome! . . . Hey, Saige, you should try this!”
Saige stood on the ground, looking skeptical. “It looks kind of, you know, dangerous?”
“It’s perfectly safe!” Izzy promised. “Come on!”
Saige climbed up onto the swing, shut her eyes tight, and held onto her sister’s leg like her life depended on it.
Oh boy, what have I gotten into this time? she wondered.
Izzy started rocking the swing . . .
And then Saige tumbled backwards off the swing!
Molly and Isabelle jumped off the swings and ran to her side.
“Are you OK?” “Are you hurt, Saige?” they cried.
She slowly sat up. “My hair,” she moaned. “How does it look?”
“It looks fine, Saige!” Molly assured her. She bit her lip to keep from laughing. Saige had just fallen off a swing, and the first thing she said was, “My hair. How does it look?” That was just like her!
“It’s perfectly safe,” Saige said mockingly, glaring at Izzy.
“Sorry!” Izzy giggled.
“Well,” Saige said, standing up and tossing her hair, “after that trauma –” another dirty look at Isabelle “– I sure could use some food. Let’s eat!”
Molly and Isabelle picked up the picnic basket and pulled it over to the Play Fort’s ladder.
They grunted as they worked out a tedious system for getting the basket up the ladder.
“Hurry up, slow pokes!” she called from the top.
“We might go faster if you helped us, Princess,” Isabelle muttered as she reached for handle.
“Excuse me?!” Saige shrieked. “WHAT did you just say?!”
“Oh, nothing,” Isabelle said sweetly, smiling a huge, fake smile as she pulled the basket up one step.
When they finally got to the top (about ten minutes later), Isabelle and Molly collapsed on the ground and left Saige to set up the picnic.
After quite a few cries of “Eww!”, “Gross!” and “Why did we bring this anyway?”, the picnic was set up.
Molly and Isabelle got their breath back just then (great timing! =) and sat down to eat.
Izzy poured milk into each of the plastic cups, and Saige plopped little pieces of chocolate into them to make chocolate milk.
Molly grabbed some celery sticks and asked, “So, what do you guys think of the new GOTY?”
“Ugh, her again,” Izzy grumbled.
Saige ignored her and said, “I think it’ll be really cool to have her around. Maybe I can “borrow” her boots . . .”
They cleaned up the food and Molly took a pack of cards out of the picnic basket, and they played a rather intense game of Blood and Guts (which Molly won easily) while munching on some M&Ms.
So that’s pretty much what they did all day, because they slept in until lunch because they were really tired from a secret meeting held late last night :)
~ Isabelle ~
With help from Loren
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