Three little girls played in the large backyard of an old farm house. One girl with glasses as thick as her eyebrows sat on a tire swing, her long red hair with a purple stripe waving behind her as she was pushed. The girl pushing her had sparkling braces and a face splattered with freckles, her green striped magenta ponytail hanging over her shoulder.

"Higher, Sour! Higher!" the girl shouted, her eyes closed as she soared through the air, spinning on the rope.

Sour Sweet beamed. "You asked for it, Moondancer."

The third girl stood watching with crossed arms at how closely the tire came to the trunk of the tree from which it hung. She had low frosty white pigtails and leered over the top of her glasses with inquisitive purple eyes. "I wouldn't recommend it."

"Hush, Sugarcoat," Moondancer shouted.

Sugarcoat closed her eyes and shrugged.

Sour Sweet gave a final shove to the tire, then stumbled forward before falling to the ground and scraping her knees. Moondancer smiled widely as she went higher than ever before, then squealed as the tired smacked against the tree trunk.

"Told you." Sugarcoat grinned.

Moondancer fell onto her rear and dropped her glasses, tears instantly filling her eyes. Sour quickly ran to her side and helped her to her feet, brushing the dirt from her clothes.

"Are you okay?" she asked with a wide smile.

Moondancer stifled her tears and nodded. "That was scary."

"That was awesome! Wanna do it again?" Sour asked with excitement brimming in her eyes.

Sugarcoat smacked herself in the forehead and sighed. "Do you want to suffer an injury?"

"We'll be fine." Sour laughed as she climbed on top of the tire. "Push me now Moonie. I wanna hit the tree too!"

"Okay!" Moondancer straightened her glasses and shoved the swing.

Sugarcoat watched with a twisted frown, then widened her eyes. "Wait, stop! It's supposed to be my turn to swing!"

"Get on then," Sour called out, hopping off and stumbling backwards.

Sugarcoat climbed onto the tire, then the two pushed her as high as they could.

Each girl laughed as they watched Sugarcoat clinging onto the rope for dear life, then eventually she demanded to be let down. They continued playing for hours, the summer sun casting a warm orange glow across the sky as the day came to an end.

The three best friends couldn't have been happier, never closer. They'd never grow apart, of that they were certain.