Stavanger Bay I'm gonna be the best

When he told her he didn't know any jokes, her lip wobbled and the first two tears broke free, streaming down her black satin cheeks. When he told her not to cry, they came faster. And when Tveir told her all she must do was tell Ragnar and Thistle her parents' names, she moaned quietly. She didn't know their names. They were Mama and Daddy to her. Moreover, she was afraid to tell her foster parents how she felt. It felt traitorous somehow after embracing her life here so enthusiastically at first. And she was afraid too... as much as she wanted to go home, she didn't want to leave her new second family.

All of this left her badly conflicted and she was too young to manage her feelings or figure out what to do. So Junior bit her lip and tried to stem the flow of tears. She looked at Tveir and told herself to play with him or do something to get her mind off her quandary. Yet she simply couldn't muster the energy for it. Instead, she slumped forward onto her belly, her chin bumping down to rest atop her forepaws. She lay there, unhappy and defeated.