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Some of the perks of being a young child included the facility of recovering from tragedy. Many times as an even smaller child she had fallen flat on her face and failed numerous times to reach her goals, and while an adult might've dwelled on the failure and sulked on the feeling of defeat; children were always quick to get up, shake dust off, kiss their boo-boos and carry on.

The girl's face lit up as a whole when a familiar word was mentioned. Mud. She didn't need to be told twice, Maera knew very well that said word, that caused disgust to mommy and often equalled to baths also had fun in the equation. She rose to her paws and wiggled her bum happily, "YES! Mud many mud" she barked, making sure Danica understood she didn't want a petty puddle of the brown slimy substance, she would require a pool of mud to make up for the pain and terror she had felt.