Silvertip Mountain Play is the highest form of research

Adeline had woken that morning full of energy and ready for adventure. Uncle Steady, however, had refused to wake up and play with her, and instead gave her the instructions to go play, but to stay in the clearing. She bolted out of the den, running around a few laps before her attention turned to movement in the grass.

It was a little mouse, happily chomping on a blade of grass. Adeline lowered her body to the ground with the intent of stalking it. She took a few steps forward, and then stopped. A few steps, then stopped. She thought she was doing a great job; never mind the fact that the mouse was actually looking right at her. One more step, and the little creature bolted. Adeline sprung after it, but it was long gone. She tried to chase it, but had lost track of it when it went into the grass. Her nose was to the ground, searching for it.