Sun Mote Copse What up, I'm Jared, I'm 19, and I never f*cking learned how to read

Quetzal babbled right back, all of it nonsensical. She giggled as Meerkat engaged with her, though her attention was mostly for Towhee and her (un)bountiful food source when she answered. Q seemed to understand suddenly there was no food to be had here, and she looked at Meerkat with a huff; she mimicked the way her aunt and her voice sounded to her, and answered with a disappointed: beboot!!! 

OOOOOT! TOOOOOOOT! she answered once again, tail waving. Food! Food! That had to be what Meerkat was saying this time, right? This was it? Q looked beyond Kat, and saw what she thought was the holy grail. The fountain of youth. 

A low-hanging tiddy, as she saw it. But truth be told, all were pretty much the same to Q. Silent but deadly, and annoying like the fart, Q was not easy to miss at all as she made a bee-line for the cafeteria lunchline, rearing on her hindlegs that couldn't really support her like that quite yet, and falling on her back in a total wipeout.