"Three...four..."
Heading into the taller grass, it quickly dawns on you that this is not a particularly good place to hide. Though each blade is taller than you, the well-manicured lawn has left the grass short enough so that your bare skin stands out in bold contrast, making you an easy target. Your sister will have no trouble at all finding you.
You decide to look for a better place to hide. You could always head into the garden, or behind the fence, or...
"...fifteen...sixteen..."
Time is adding up, and you don't want to be caught too easily. Just then, you spot a snail slugging his way along the ground.
