Cricket Creek Bog so peace be with every place that you had

weejay could not hide her eagerness; it brimmed over like a cup of wine outpoured -- messy, delightful to watch. aengus revealed he hadn't even explored all the flowers -- that made it an adventure! they could discover all these things together. it didn't even matter he hadn't found all the flowers - not everyone could be as flower obsessed as she was.

that decided it. she resolved to march home that night, and for the first time in her life, would tell her daddy that she planned to do something with or without his express permission. she was too damn excited; her mind was racing a mile a minute and certainly faster than i can fucking type; there were ENDLESS possibilities! "ooooh!" she exclaimed, her tail going mach five-hundred. "there's always different flowers depending on the ground!" or at least, that was weejay's inept estimation. she had noticed flowers in the swamp were different than elsewhere, and most flowers really liked sunlight. "is it sunny there??"