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The little girl was standing there staring at the bush that was allegedly speaking when a reply came from it. Her little eyes grew wide. "Theys cans?!" she exclaimed, her voice rising to a very high pitch. She sat there for a moment, looking back to where the ladybug had been before turning back to the talking plant. "Is okays, though," she assured the bush. "Is not hurts hers this time, so wes jus’ friends and nots fights." She nodded solemnly, as if she had finally learned and mastered some great lesson. After all, even if the ladybug did bite, as the bush had said, she had been nice. Even her sister bit her, but that was when they played, and mamma had said that they can’t play like that with the pretty bugs even if they were friends.
When the brown wolf popped out of the bush, it only vaguely crossed her mind that the talking bush and the older girl were the same entity. But, while her young mind had the power to consider such a strange thing (as if a talking bush weren’t strange at all), she thought that the girl must be right. After all, she was older than her and would know more. But nobody, she reasoned happily, would know more than her mother and father.
"Oh! Thas okays," Amata assured the older pup. "Is nice here." She nodded for a moment as she looked around as if seeing the place for the first time. But she loved her home. When the girl introduced herself, the pup’s tail wagged happily and friendlily as she stomped her stubby legs over to the girl. "His, ‘Say-ahn!" Her name was strange and hard to say, but that would do. The creamy girl smiled up at the other. How nice it was to meet someone knew. "Is not knows what Ani-Waaa," she paused for a second, her tongue caught up in that funny word, "is, but this place’s called Crimson Dreams." She said the name of her pack very slowly and clearly so that she could get the words out and tell Ocèane properly. "I’m Amata!" Her voice was very excited as she responded, the blue and green eyes closing as she smiled up at her. "Does that means wes friends now?" Now that they knew each other’s name, it was only proper to be friends, right?
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The little girl was standing there staring at the bush that was allegedly speaking when a reply came from it. Her little eyes grew wide. "Theys cans?!" she exclaimed, her voice rising to a very high pitch. She sat there for a moment, looking back to where the ladybug had been before turning back to the talking plant. "Is okays, though," she assured the bush. "Is not hurts hers this time, so wes jus’ friends and nots fights." She nodded solemnly, as if she had finally learned and mastered some great lesson. After all, even if the ladybug did bite, as the bush had said, she had been nice. Even her sister bit her, but that was when they played, and mamma had said that they can’t play like that with the pretty bugs even if they were friends.
When the brown wolf popped out of the bush, it only vaguely crossed her mind that the talking bush and the older girl were the same entity. But, while her young mind had the power to consider such a strange thing (as if a talking bush weren’t strange at all), she thought that the girl must be right. After all, she was older than her and would know more. But nobody, she reasoned happily, would know more than her mother and father.
"Oh! Thas okays," Amata assured the older pup. "Is nice here." She nodded for a moment as she looked around as if seeing the place for the first time. But she loved her home. When the girl introduced herself, the pup’s tail wagged happily and friendlily as she stomped her stubby legs over to the girl. "His, ‘Say-ahn!" Her name was strange and hard to say, but that would do. The creamy girl smiled up at the other. How nice it was to meet someone knew. "Is not knows what Ani-Waaa," she paused for a second, her tongue caught up in that funny word, "is, but this place’s called Crimson Dreams." She said the name of her pack very slowly and clearly so that she could get the words out and tell Ocèane properly. "I’m Amata!" Her voice was very excited as she responded, the blue and green eyes closing as she smiled up at her. "Does that means wes friends now?" Now that they knew each other’s name, it was only proper to be friends, right?