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The creamy sister shook her head—this butterfly couldn’t be a boy! Cambria had some sound logic there. "Yous wights—it hastabe a girl!" Amata greed with vigorous nods. The butterfly was pretty like the two sisters, not handsome like Gotham or Dadda. With her tail wagging, the dual eyes watched her sister—Cambria was always so thoughtful. It would be nice to tell the pretty bug about their pretty momma. Of course the chocolate girl got a head start on telling, and Amata reinforced those very true words with happy nods and small barks of approval. "Yous wikes our mamma," she said with a certainty to the still unmoving butterfly. "And yous pwetties too!" Maybe a nice and sincere compliment would help wake the butterfly and make her feel at home. They were friends now, after all, and, even though the two had just met, Amata loved the butterfly in a way that girls loved their friends.
A familiar, comfortable voice rose up behind them. "Mamma!" the creamy girl squeaked as she turned and ran to her mother. Her puppy movements were still very jerky as she bounded her way over, bumping her head on her mothers pretty legs. As she rolled over and stood up on her hind legs, her front paws leaning on Savina’s legs, she said, "Wes making fwiends and wes tell her about yous!" Her tail wagged furiously as she bounded away, yipping happily and returning to the unmoving butterfly. It must be scared now because her mamma was so much taller. "Iz okay," the girl whispered before looking back at the black adult. "Shes scawred still," the creamy pup explained matter-of-factly. And how nice it was that their mamma had come—now the butterfly and momma could be friends too.
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The creamy sister shook her head—this butterfly couldn’t be a boy! Cambria had some sound logic there. "Yous wights—it hastabe a girl!" Amata greed with vigorous nods. The butterfly was pretty like the two sisters, not handsome like Gotham or Dadda. With her tail wagging, the dual eyes watched her sister—Cambria was always so thoughtful. It would be nice to tell the pretty bug about their pretty momma. Of course the chocolate girl got a head start on telling, and Amata reinforced those very true words with happy nods and small barks of approval. "Yous wikes our mamma," she said with a certainty to the still unmoving butterfly. "And yous pwetties too!" Maybe a nice and sincere compliment would help wake the butterfly and make her feel at home. They were friends now, after all, and, even though the two had just met, Amata loved the butterfly in a way that girls loved their friends.
A familiar, comfortable voice rose up behind them. "Mamma!" the creamy girl squeaked as she turned and ran to her mother. Her puppy movements were still very jerky as she bounded her way over, bumping her head on her mothers pretty legs. As she rolled over and stood up on her hind legs, her front paws leaning on Savina’s legs, she said, "Wes making fwiends and wes tell her about yous!" Her tail wagged furiously as she bounded away, yipping happily and returning to the unmoving butterfly. It must be scared now because her mamma was so much taller. "Iz okay," the girl whispered before looking back at the black adult. "Shes scawred still," the creamy pup explained matter-of-factly. And how nice it was that their mamma had come—now the butterfly and momma could be friends too.