Silver Creek you and i have come way too far to give up in seventeen minutes

Indra didn't seem convinced of the wurmliness of this creature, which caused Laurel to nod with extra fervor as her sister queried for the truthfulness of her sentence. "Ya, is a wurm!" she exclaimed while nodding fervently to emphasise her point. Totally was a wurm; she knew because she had been taught herself.

"Catapillar goes like..." Laurel then tried to immitate the hobble of a caterpillar in the limited space of the den, though she wasn't very good at it — Laurel threw herself at the ground with her front, then jumped up and landed in a sort of sitting position. She rinsed and repeated this a few times while making sure Indra was still watching before she continued her explanation. "An' wurm goes like..." And after saying this, Laurel threw herself flat on the ground and started to wriggle forward, much like she and Indra had mere months ago, to emphasise the difference.