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Raven nodded as her mom explained the job of a warden to her in brief.  "So...a warden makes sure nothing bad gets in," she commented after a moment, looking up at Mom to see if she was on the right track.  "And a worryer's job is to fix it if the bad thing does get in?"  The differences between the two trades were subtle; the two roles worked together and complimented one another, hence their similarities.  Explained in those terms, Raven got it.  

Following her mom's lead, she found a little patch of clover that she thought looked inviting, squatted, and relaxed her bladder.  It was hard for her to control it at her young age, so quite a bit escaped before she managed to stem the flow.  Who knew peeing could be such a challenge?