Augustine

I glared at him.
I wanted to look good in front of the other guys, I went first while the others hid and watched. I ducked low, walking hunched over until I reached the tree. I pulled a pear from the lowest brach, then another, and another. A rush of excitement went up my spine. Within minutes my arms were laden with ripened yellow adn green pears. Romanianus brought our one of his bushel baskets and I filled the bottom with the stolen pears.