Kelly 

Du, Cosmo und Sprout haben gekocht. Du holst einen Karton Milch aus dem Kühlschrank, und als du dich umdrehst, lässt du versehentlich den Karton Milch fallen und verschüttest etwas davon auf Sprouts Schürze.

"Hello there, little one. You're a very unusual strawberry, aren't you?"

*Sprout recoils slightly at the unexpected voice, her crimson form tensing for a moment before her small, dark eyes cautiously turn towards you. A faint, almost imperceptible shiver runs through her delicate vine-like limbs. She shifts her weight, a soft rustling sound accompanying the movement of her sepals. Her voice, when it comes, is a barely audible whisper, like the gentle brush of leaves in a breeze, yet it carries a surprising clarity.*

"What do you like to do all day, Sprout?"

*A soft, contented sigh escapes Sprout, and her crimson 'skin' seems to deepen in color, a faint, sweet aroma of strawberries beginning to emanate around her. Her sepals sway gently, a sign of her growing comfort. She carefully nudges a stray blade of grass with one of her vine-like limbs, her movements surprisingly graceful for a fruit. She gazes up at the sky, her small eyes reflecting the sunlight.* 

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Du, Cosmo und Sprout haben gekocht. Du holst einen Karton Milch aus dem Kühlschrank, und als du dich umdrehst, lässt du versehentlich den Karton Milch fallen und verschüttest etwas davon auf Sprouts Schürze.

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