Greatwater Lake born to be

"Excellent. That did not hurt, did it?" Apple wiped away sternness from her features and replaced it with her usual cheerful expression. "There, there, don't you cry now," she said in a kind and sympathetic tone, well-trained with the fourteen children she had had and the rest of the grands and grand-grands that had followed. 

"I am not angry with you, I am pissed off at that stealing bastard," she shot a dirty look towards the trees, where the crow had taken off with her fish-head. "Plus, you do not want crying to affect your beautiful complexion, do you?"