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Piper watched the little... thing scurry up the tree and grip it between his tiny little hands. She was impressed with the climbing capability of something so long and stringy. When the creature started to lick the sap, she recoiled a bit and stuck her tongue out. It didn't look very appetizing. She was convinced that a fresh rabbit would go down much easier with her. The weasel was far too enthralled with his present meal.

“I don't know how you're not barfing all over the place, buddy,” she commented with some obvious shade being thrown toward the small fellow. “That does not look like any food I've eaten before.” Most of her food actually looked a lot like Kisses if she was being honest. She wondered for the briefest of moments if she should have considered trying to eat him, before she cast that out of her mind.

He'd probably taste like sap.