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The young girl nodded quietly in agreement, staring quietly. She was mesmerized by the pretty colour of this particular butterfly. Cambi would have liked it—it was pretty like the sky. But as Got’am turned away, so did she, allowing her mind to fall away from the sad thoughts. Amata smiled at him. "I like rollie-pollies toos!" Her excited exclamation was kept relatively quiet, although it still sounded loudly in the early-morning silence. The stubby tail wagged happily behind her as she looked at her brother. "But," she said suddenly, the wagging of her tail faltering as she tilted her head thoughtfully, "whatsa pray-mannis?" She wondered if it were a bug too, and she wondered if it were fun to play with, like butterflies and ladybugs and rollie-pollies.
The white pup nodded vigorously in agreement. "Yeahs! Very quiets!" She didn’t want to bother Mamma or Dadda, and she definitely wanted to let Cambi sleep too. So this was a good game to be quiet. But, right as she was about to say, “Not it,” Got’am beat her to it. "Aww! ...no!" the little girl pouted in protest, but she wasn’t really disappointed at being ‘It’. She leaned back in a mock play position with her rump in the air, a mischievous grin on her little muzzle. Amata stayed that way for a long while before she finally admitted that she was going to be ‘It’. With a little sigh, she said, "Okays," in an exasperated way. "But you better hurries and hides," she warned before turning into a corner and shoving her head in it. Closing her eyes, she began to count in the way Mamma and Dadda had taught her: "Won, Too, Thwee, For...." And she counted slowly and steadily in a very loud whisper until the count of ten. Only then would she go and find her brother, who was supposed to hide.
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The young girl nodded quietly in agreement, staring quietly. She was mesmerized by the pretty colour of this particular butterfly. Cambi would have liked it—it was pretty like the sky. But as Got’am turned away, so did she, allowing her mind to fall away from the sad thoughts. Amata smiled at him. "I like rollie-pollies toos!" Her excited exclamation was kept relatively quiet, although it still sounded loudly in the early-morning silence. The stubby tail wagged happily behind her as she looked at her brother. "But," she said suddenly, the wagging of her tail faltering as she tilted her head thoughtfully, "whatsa pray-mannis?" She wondered if it were a bug too, and she wondered if it were fun to play with, like butterflies and ladybugs and rollie-pollies.
The white pup nodded vigorously in agreement. "Yeahs! Very quiets!" She didn’t want to bother Mamma or Dadda, and she definitely wanted to let Cambi sleep too. So this was a good game to be quiet. But, right as she was about to say, “Not it,” Got’am beat her to it. "Aww! ...no!" the little girl pouted in protest, but she wasn’t really disappointed at being ‘It’. She leaned back in a mock play position with her rump in the air, a mischievous grin on her little muzzle. Amata stayed that way for a long while before she finally admitted that she was going to be ‘It’. With a little sigh, she said, "Okays," in an exasperated way. "But you better hurries and hides," she warned before turning into a corner and shoving her head in it. Closing her eyes, she began to count in the way Mamma and Dadda had taught her: "Won, Too, Thwee, For...." And she counted slowly and steadily in a very loud whisper until the count of ten. Only then would she go and find her brother, who was supposed to hide.