Miley walked to the biggleberry tree. She looked at the glowing ribbon revolving around her left hand, “get me some fruits.” She said her eyes travelled from her ribbon to the tree that was as high as an adult mango tree. The ribbon didn’t even move by an inch. Miley pouted, tensing her eyebrows. “Why aren’t you moving? What should I do to make you move?” She lifted her left hand and spread out her fingers, staring at the fruits on the tree. She swayed her hand slowly and her ribbons fluttered through the branches, cutting off some leaves, and came back to her. Miley glared at the fruits and kept on swaying her hand, but the ribbon went past the branches and, except for cutting a few leaves, they did nothing else.
Miley’s brows almost merged with her nose, gritting her teeth. She gripped
