Sarah Jane stepped gingerly down the narrow path surrounded by green foliage. It was likely a little dog trail, but she didn't care. It was a comfortable morning, the sun not yet blazing hot and the humidity not stifling. Her bare toes touched the cool earth, dirt beneath her feet. It was just the way she liked it. A soft smile lifted her lips and her eyes twinkled with pleasure. It wasn't every morning that was this still, and this perfect, only the chirping of birds or the squirrels cracking down on nuts. The air breathed fresh. It was a good day to be out. But what was that in the path just ahead?
Sarah Jane squinted her eyes and peered up ahead, her feet having come to an uncertain halt. She took a hesitant step forward and then another. She shook her head to clear her thoughts. She was always lettering her head run away with an extensive imagination always creating mystery when there was a perfectly logical reason. She continued further down the path, the object now coming into full view.
A bike. In the middle of the path.
Well, there can still be a perfectly logical reason for a bike to be lying across her path. She shook her head once more and squared her shoulders back. There was no reason to be curious about a bike. Very likely a kid playing nearby, not that she had ever seen kids out on this path before.
The bushes rustled near her. Sarah Jane came to an abrupt stop. Her ears listened cautiously. Now her mind was just playing tricks on her. The bushes rusted again. That was surely not a mind trick. She saw the bushes move.
A little boy scuttled out from behind the bushes and Sarah Jane relaxed, a soft smile returning to her face and her eyes sparkling once more. Mystery solved.
"Oh, Hi, Miss Sarah Jane! I found a black berry bush! Try one!" And he held out a small, berry juice-covered hand. Two berries remaining.
"I can pick you more, too." he grinned eagerly, before diving back into the bush without waiting for a response.