I shoved the fruit into my pocket, gazed at the awkward rump sticking out from behind a nearby tree, and sighed helplessly before reaching out and smacking the person hiding there.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch! What are you doing? It hurts, it hurts!"
Muhammad drooping his ears, looking thoroughly sheepish, was dragged out from behind the tree by me. He rubbed the forehead I had just slapped and stared at me with a somewhat aggrieved expression.
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