She follows the sweet smell, wondering if she will be able to partake. She sees a clearing. As she runs into it, her breath stops short. How beatiful! she exclaims to herself. A whole orchard of grapes lies before her. She doesn’t move for about five minutes, drinking in the beauty of the field and it’s tasty contents. She blinks and begins to run. She doesn’t stop until she is in the middle of the orchard. Then with trembling fingers, she plucks a bunch from the vine. She brings them to her nose and inhales deeply of their fragrance. She pops one into her mouth. Then another and another. When she is done with that bunch, she grabs another and another. Soon, juice is trickling down her chin and chest. She has never tasted anything so wonderful! Suddenly, she has had enough. The remainders fall from her hands. She stumbles, as if drugged. As her head hits the soft topsoil, she thinks, It was all worth it.