“Come on! What are you afraid of, chicken?”
“I told you, I am not in the mood. Feeling really tired…it’s been a long day”.
“It’s not a competition. Just a playful thing, no marks, no winners. C’mon, where’s your sportsmanspirit?”
“Okay then. Fine”.
Dust and gravel are shaken out of their stupor; breaths in rhythm to the limbs; and an exalted cry of truimph. “Hahaha! I win. Suck it loser”.
“You said it was just in jest. No winners, and definitely no taunting!”
“Oh please, there are always winners. Why else would we compete? L-oser!”