Heron Lake Plateau now i’m free from what you are

She had heard the summons arise for her mother, but didn't make much of it. At least until she and her siblings had been left with the sitter... again. At first that was all right but she was feeling far too cooped up and simply not wanting to listen to all the suggestions of things to do that would keep them occupied. There was only so much play pretend and bug hunting they could do and now with the cooler temperatures on full blast, even trying to persuade any living soul that going to the lake was a good idea was buried in the ground with last night's leftovers.

So Phoebe's thoughts turned to the summons and in her usual, calm demeanor, she slipped away first chance she got to investigate. Beating a hasty retreat through the woods, it was not hard to follow the tracks of others to where a small grouping had started. She nestled down in the weeds and reeds of the locale, shimmying her way up to where heated words were being exchanged between a small list of recognizable faces.

Nary a peep was made as she stayed to her shadowy little patch beyond the outer ring of watching participants—she found her father and mother there, saw the rise of hackles and wondered just what was going on. It was all very new to her, things so idyllic in her little world that she had no idea just what she was witnessing, let alone what else she was about to.

this is literally a cameo post—feel free to ignore phoebe in posting orders altogether. she's just nosy.

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