Her mouth turns down, lips pressed tight together, hands bunched up in little fists at her sides. Her eyes narrow, staring up at the fabric in the tree....the fabric that looks a lot like a flag.... the fabric that's just out of reach.... She's tried multiple times to grab it off the branch but each time her fingers barely miss it.

But she tries again anyway. Standing on her tipiest tiptoes, Mary's hand stretches out as she leans toward one side, hoping, hoping that maybe this time she might be able to reach it this time. Eyes close tight and she holds her breath. Please. Please. Please!!

No luck. She falls back defeated. A pout sets in. What is she going to do now? The object of the game is to get as many flags right?? Seeing as she doesn't even have her own.... this might be her only chance!! But The branch is too high and the thought of asking someone to help her makes her dizzy and in the end, she decides against it -- at least until all other facets are exhausted.

With her face set, she grabs a hold of a branch with both hands. With a prayer on her lips and fear in her heart, she pulls herself up onto the tree (just barely), her arms and legs shaking. A breath and she reaches out a trembling hand and grabs the flag....but at the same time her trembling fingers and legs give out on her and she feels her own body slipping back.......