Sun Mote Copse “A hug is always the right size.” —Winnie the Pooh

Well, despite the fact that he'd thrown a dead bird at his sister and made her vomit by nearly barfing on her feet, she seemed pretty perky. He was always impressed by Meerkat's ability to rebound despite whatever it was that was thrown at her- whether it was literally or figuratively. She asked about swimming and he smiled, nodding. 

For a second, though, he was struck by a flashback- a rushing wall of water crashing past the banks and pushing past tree trunks, flattening shrubs and bushes on its way. It was a fleeting, surprising memory- and it came to mind almost every time he envisioned going into the waters of the river- but by this point, he was able to push that dread aside. There was no way that was ever going to happen again. 

-Yup!- He said. He was about to ask her how long ago it'd been since she'd eaten- as he liked to play by the rules and knew better than to go swimming on a full stomach- but then he remembered. Right. They'd both just emptied their stomachs...So they should be fine. -Wanna race there? On yer mark, get set-