Silver Creek and if the whole world is crashing down

indra furrowed her brows -- what did caterpillars do? she recalled the ant, carrying it along at a clipped pace. "THEY SLEEP!" she announced, delighted she found another thing that shared her profound love for sleeping. "and they get carried by their ant friends." indra followed up, her voice bright and cheery. casmir's inquiry of reek did not affect her glibness -- she perked up matter-of-factly and turned her little snout airward. "that they's bad. bad reek!"