Redhawk Caldera Mama always said life was like a box of chocolates

"Erm!" she repeated, which sounded more like what her mother had said, if not a perfect mimicry. As for wiggly worm, well, that was even more of a mouthful. But that didn't stop Wildfire from trying. "Glee erm!" That sounded right, didn't it? More or less, anyway.

No sooner had she mastered the pronunciation than another creature hopped (literally) onto the scene. Wildfire's paw remained on top of the worm as her mother pointed out the frog, though she unwittingly released it as she sprang nearer to the green amphibian. Whereas Fox had merely pointed at it, the cub thrust her snout up close and personal, her moist nose brushing that smooth, almost silky skin. The frog, naturally, leaped away.

Wildfire uttered a low scream of delight at this, then bounded after it. "FOG!" she bellowed. "Gono!" she chirped, swiping at it with a fiery paw. But she was much too slow; the frog was rapidly making an escape.