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Sura's attempt to steal some of Oak's venison was widely unsuccessful and it seemed that the log that she thought she was battling didn't bother battling back. Flustered, embarrased, and angry at her failed attempts, she felt like she was ready to explode. When one of the men talked to her, she only felt more like a child and wasn't sure whether to relish in the attention she craved or to scamper off, her "spy" mode detected. The two males were strange, and though they had introduced names, Sura couldn't help but expect more. Weren't they going to try to play leap-frog now like the frogs did at spawning time? Or rodeo, like the birds all year long? Perhaps they both had too many things in their hands to play these sorts of games, so attempts to do such would only stab their eyes out? Hmm. Sura's mind had begun to work once more with all of the hardly-connected dots in her experiences and opinions. This kind of mental labor would have been equivalent of calculus three to a geometry student. At least the homework was so debilitating to her other senses that it numbed her raging emotions away, as if they'd never existed in the first place. "I not a wunter! I a Wura!" (hover for translation), she babbled, indignant. She paused for only a moment as she surveyed the scene. "Aren'ts you goings to takes off yer armors nows and pways kissie wissie? Owr weap fwog? You must be woods wunter to kiwls dat weer. Are you sure it the deads? You shoulds stabs outs its eyes'es an' eawts its heawts wholes! " Sura made it evident that she was done talking by plopping her rear end behind them, precariously watching the two, as if she expected them to burst into unicorn-shaped sparkles at any moment. " |
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