Sleepy Fox Hollow friedlich

The laugh by her papa brought a soft shyness to her that was rarely seen before she listened eagerly to his explanation. “But how? How are we born already alive?” She asked, not fully understanding the complex details her father was trying to share with him.
 
She had been green? She wrinkled her nose in disgust for the color, a frown on her features. “No! Meine Mutter did not! How was I green if I am not that color now?” She asked, the continuing confusion striking over her. “Was I ill?” She asked, trying to understand if there was an external factor that had contributed to the coloration.