Sun Mote Copse did gyre and gimble in the wabe

Avery just kept on gnawin', tilting her head to the left, then to the right in order to really get at the beaver tail with her back teeth. While her mouth was busy, her eyes stayed focused on Colt and Sugar Glider, watching intently. She flinched each time Sugar sneezed, but it didn't stop her chewing.

Not even the string of snot dripping from her sister's nose brought her pause. She only offered a little huff that was probably supposed to be laughter, and continued working her jaws around the chew toy.