Sprinaple

Sprinaple Running back and forth. Not stopping to take a breath. Carrying delicate bottles. Scared to go too fast or to drop them Maneuvering through people of all sizes big, Little,fat,skinny. "Excuse me. Pardon me," I say as I weave ever so slightly through The crowd. I reach the table in the middle of a fluster of people. They greed for more and they do not stop no matter what I say. Sprinaple. I pour the bottles into the bowl. Almost instantaneously we are out. I go back to get more. Sprinaple. Sweat dripping from my face. Running fast, to fast. I slip and fall. Dropping the bottles. They break and I tumble into the puddle. I have failed. A friend is there to help me up."thank you." I say. We are going to need more sprinaple