As we followed behind Penelope, I picked the leaves off of tree's as we passed by. "Oh, what's this?" I stopped, standing on my toes to grab a piece of fruit hanging from a tree. "It's a mango tree." I smiled, picking one. I didn't really like mangos, but they were better than that nasty oatmeal we had earlier. Rubbing it on my shirt in an attempt to clean it, I took a bite. It was so sweet. It was delicious. 
"Almost there!" Penelope called to the rest of us. "Get ready to make that turn soon. Just follow me."