When the show finishes Sarah gets up, knocking you down in the process, and says "Sitting around all day isn't good. We need some exercise, like football."
Before you can even answer, Sarah is dragging you outside by the collar. However, you don't think much of it. You're a decent player and decide that it will give you a chance to sort of relax.
Sarah brings you into the back yard and puts you near the corner. She trots off to the other side, football in hand. "Incoming!" she yells as she throws the ball with all her strength.
Sarah might have made herself stronger, but she's still only 8. You should have no problem catching the ball, but you suddenly find yourself afraid that the ball might hit you and you'll get hurt. You duck down and cover your head, the ball lands besides you. Your sister-brother laughs from the other end of the yard "Even for a girl, that's pretty bad!"
This makes you a little mad actually, and you grab the ball. You aim straight for Sarah and put all the power you can muster into your arm. The ball heads straight for the ground.
Sarah comes over with tears of laughter spilling from her boyish eyes. "Ha ha! You are terrible. But you better get used to it, playing football isn't girly enough to make you a boy again. Looks like you'll be throwing footballs down forever!"
You shriek, "But, I-I did what you said, shouldn't that count? I can't go through life like this."
"I don't know" Sarah says, "You'll find out if it counts later, hehe."
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