Witch's Marsh And when I miss, come and kiss me

The Very second she had stepped paw in this place, she should have turned around and left. But she was a healer, and healers stretched their limmits, explored new regions, discovered new plants. And so she slogged through the muck, Ears pinned to try to shut out the horde of mosquitoes that hovered near her face, biting her lips, nose, and near her eyes. 
massive cobwebs hung from the trees owned by fat black spiders. She Sneezed, paw slipping off the log she was balanced on, and ending up with her rump soaked in swampy, slimy water.