Whitefish River I Am Too Big to Hide, Too Tall to Lie

At some point, Nutmeg had found the accelerator but finding the brakes was still an issue. She'd probably been blocked from escaping a few times now, along with a few crashes that had ended in her bonking into walls, siblings, her mother, or anything else that happened to be in the den. It wasn't like she was having any issues seeing where she was going, more that her brain was only starting to connect the fact she should probably not smash nose-first into random things in front of her. I know, smashing in to things is totally fun, but it probably should be avoided.

So after her latest escapade pretending to be a ricocheting pool ball, this time they weren't being stopped from going outside?? Weird! Well, she nyoomed right on out, forward another yard or two then tripped over her own paws and landed in a pile with an oof. Yeah. Totally coordinated this one.