"Shall we climb to the very top? How about a race?"
A race? I don't think so. He would lose, due that I have had hundreds of years of practice climbing a tree, so surely it was unnecessary. We had been playing earlier in some clovers and that's when Brendan told me he wanted to race. But I knew I was faster than Brendan, and I didn't want to make him sad. After all, humans could only practice for so much of their life.
"No Brendan, I mustn't. You are slow climbing up trees I will disappoint you and I don't want to." I say.
"But Aisling, I won't! It's for fun. Just the fun of climbing a tree--fast--a race." he pleads with me.
I sigh. I don't want to disappoint him. But if it was for fun... I was really fast though.
"All right then, I'll race you. But you must promise that if I win, you won't be upset about it." I decide.
"Yes, Aisling." he says.
"And go!" I say.
"Wait, but I--" Brendan starts.
But I am already climbin