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Are you here with me?
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Everyone gathered around the tree, getting ready to play tag. As everyone ran out in different directions, Norman stayed, waiting for his time to come and find everyone.
[Name] ran to the trees and immediately started hopping from branch to branch. Once she got to a certain level of height, she stopped and sat on a branch that was near a low fence that they were forbidden to pass. As she was naturally observing the environment around her, she noticed the many kids screeching around her as Norman caught them in either groups, or one by one. [Name] knew Norman was not physically strong, and used that to her advantage. She knew she wouldn't see him climb a tree successfully anytime soon.
[Name] was startled by the crashing of leaves and footsteps that rushed past her coming from the ground. She quickly put her hand to her mouth as she observed one kid that was left to be caught, running away from someone. It was Emma, running away from Norman. Since she had nothing else to do and knew that time was on the verge of running out, she decided to run back to the tree by the house. Once there were no more branches to hop on, [Name] steadily hopped onto the ground, landing on her feet. She slowly walked to the tree and saw all of the kids that Norman tagged.
"Norman tagged you?" Ray asked as you climbed the tree and sat calmly on the branch.
"Nope," You hung yourself upside down onto the tree, using your legs, "He's chasing Emma." Ray went back to reading his book as everyone waited for Norman to come back.
After a while, the time had run out and [Name] had won.
"Good job, [Name]!" Norman congratulated. [Name] smiled in response. The sound all of a sudden filled with murmurs of astonishment by [Name]'s victory. Don started to get irritated just as before, but this time, it was from [Name].
"I can't believe he caught me again! Why do I keep getting caught? This is so frustrating!" Emma whined.
"Question," Ray spoke up. "What's Norman good at, that you're not?"
"Mmm. Planning ahead? And staying calm? I guess he's also good at being smart."
"It's strategy." Emma hummed confusingly in response.
"Just think, if it's about simple physical ability, then you have the upper hand. But it's more than that. Norman has brains, like no other." Emma still looked quite puzzled.
[Name] chimed in, "Tag is a game where you compete with strategy."
"In a game of tag?"
"The way I see it, tag is like chess but using your whole body. Don't you think so Norman?" [Name] questioned.
