Hushed Willows As the smile fell from your face, I fell with it

He wasn't the sharpest crayon in the box but Tambourine fairly quickly deduced that the little girl pup was no more articulate than her brother. He sighed inwardly, wondering just when it was that puppies became able to carry a conversation. But he was distracted from this train of thought when she not only grasped the flower but began to eat it.

"Hey!" Tambourine said laughingly. "You're not supposed to eat it." Despite his words, he made no effort to rescue the bloom from Prialux. If she wanted to eat it, then he who was he to stop her? "Does it taste good?" he wanted to know, playfully wrinkling his nose and sticking out his tongue.