"I'll go first!"
Sally Jefferson, afraid of losing out, stepped forward to grab the red snow rabbit in Arthur Lindsey's hand.
However, her height was a disadvantage.
No matter how much she tiptoed or stretched her arm, she could never reach the red snow rabbit above Arthur's head.
"Brother Arthur, you're bullying me like this. I'm so short, I can't reach the red rabbit at all. How am I supposed to grab it from you?" Sally pouted, eyes brimming with tears, about to cry.
"Then I'll do as you wish."
Arthur lowered his arm. Sally saw hope, stretched out her hand, and didn't even need to tiptoe to reach it.
But.
Unexpectedly.
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't pull the red snow rabbit from Arthur's hand.
After ten minutes of stalemate.
She was already panting, covered in sweat, but still refused to let go.
"Get lost!"
Arthur's patience was completely gone, and with a tone like a king's command, he shouted angrily, "Your time's up!"
"But..."
