Katrina sniffed the air curiously. The scent of ripe apples was on the breeze, but she just couldn't find the tree. She was really craving an apple, of biting into its red shiny skin to the juicy suculent fruit part underneath. She almost started drooling at the thought, but then lifted her head up primly and reminded herself,
"Mother's rule #1: Maintain your composure." She took a few deep breaths and thought of other awesome things that were better than apples, like necklaces and fashionable hair-dos, and then opened her eyes.
She took another sniff, and headed off in what she thought was the right direction.
