Tomo peeked over the low hedge of rosemary that divided the garden, screwing up his eyes as he searched for Miya among the cabbages and radish tops. She was there, somewhere, he was sure of it.
"Miya," he whispered into the garden. "Where are you?"
A plump bee buzzed past Tomo's nose, pollen falling from its fuzzy body like pixie dust, and Tomo sneezed.
"Shhhhhh!" Miya hissed from under the hedge. "You'll wake them!"
Tomo went to his hands and knees and scrambled under the hedge with Miya. "I was looking for you," he said, "why didn't you answer me?"
Miya pursed her pink lips and scowled at Tomo. "Shush!" she told him, her voice soft as rose petals.
"Why?" Tomo asked, annoyed with his friend.
Miya gestured silently toward a smallish bed near the hedge where dozens of tiny, ruby red strawberries lay in the warm sun. "Strawberries sleep all day long," she whispered.
A plump bee buzzed past Tomo's nose, pollen falling from its fuzzy body like pixie dust, and Tomo sneezed.
"Shhhhhh!" Miya hissed from under the hedge. "You'll wake them!"
Tomo went to his hands and knees and scrambled under the hedge with Miya. "I was looking for you," he said, "why didn't you answer me?"
Miya pursed her pink lips and scowled at Tomo. "Shush!" she told him, her voice soft as rose petals.
"Why?" Tomo asked, annoyed with his friend.
Miya gestured silently toward a smallish bed near the hedge where dozens of tiny, ruby red strawberries lay in the warm sun. "Strawberries sleep all day long," she whispered.
