Sage always thought the Harvest Festival put on by the Plunketts was one of the best events of the year. There was always so much to do and eat. There were always such delectable treats and the pies, she dreamt about the pies that Mrs. Plunkett made and she'd been saving some of her spare coins to buy a whole apple crumble for herself. There would be no sharing. Well maybe. Probably not.

After spending the beautiful, if overcast weather, Sage was ready to get her crumble and head home. She had made a little crown of wildflowers, tried and failed to bob for hovering apples much to her chagrin. She hadn't even been able to get one! Her height should have been an advantage, but she certainly hadn't been able to monopolize on it. After a debate between the corn maze and the guided nature walk, Sage had decided she was too tired for either, and would much prefer heading home with her prize for a snack and a nap before she had to go into the hospital tonight.

The line wasn't too long either, and the mouthwatering aromas of the baked goods solidified her contentment with her decision. Just a few more people to go and she could go home completely satisfied. Except when she got to the front of the line, there was no apple crumble left. Sighing heavily, she was informed the last one was just sold. Torn between chasing the person down and maybe crying, she slumped her shoulders in defeat. "I'll take the peach cobbler instead," she supposed her second favorite would do, even if it was a little disappointing.