Silver Creek Rocky Road

little indra had not realized the parallel yet; she sat anchored by spring's story, her eyes wide with wonder. she drank spring's words the way a beggar would hungrily devour sweet milk; each word was savored and reflected upon and needed. she started suddenly as laurel shouted her disdain for reek -- caught unawares, indra followed up with a somewhat softer rejoinder: "yea!! bad!" she chirped up, feeling ashamed she had been so involved in spring's story she had not thought to voice her dislike for this reek!