Fred, George, and yourself had hopped one of the fences bordering the burrow property to steal a few (a basket full) of apples in the dead of night.

"A little to the left, Fred."

"'A little to the left, Fred!' I can't see my left!"

Fred grunted with a huff as you sat on his shoulders, picking apples and dropping them into a basket below. Your shirt happened to be long enough to cover his eyes, causing him to be partially blinded.

Nonetheless, he shifted a step to the left, hoping and praying you didn't hit your head off a tree branch in the process.

"Really? With a head as big as yours, I'd assume you'd have massive eyes!"

George snickered, grunting as Fred kicked him in the shin. He was crouched down low to the floor, getting any apples that didn't make it into the basket.