Sleepy Fox Hollow pretty rude that it's not friday but ok.

You’re silly, crowed Wylla, nipping the toes that flurried against her chest and neck. She debated flattening Isa in the flowers so she could win the tussle, but decided against it. After another nip or two, she backed up to let her daughter rise.

What trouble are you getting up to today, mm? She glanced at the blossoming flowers around them, none the wiser to the potent medicine hidden in the seeds.