There plenty of things Juno considered herself 'good at', though at least half of them didn't really require any particular skill. For example sleeping or gulping down a small cache in less that three minutes: those were just of the things she considered herself skilled at -- but really when would this skills come handy in the real-adult world?
Yup, that's right. Never.
Unless Juno pulled her head from outer-space and began to focus on developing real skills (that didn't include pissing off animals twice her size) she would not be able to reach her full potential. If she didn't change her 'play first, work second' mindset she would be condemned to live a life of constant failure (not to mention injury). Painful injuries that would end up killing her one day or another.Luckily, this time had not been the case. Though she had not been able to say she had escaped the goat's push unharmed, she was at least able to walk. Even if it hurt horribly, it was something.
Ouch. Ouch.
She groaned under her breath as she approached the edge of a small river. After quenching her thirst, a near-by splashing brought the pained girl to investigate. "Dang, that was really impressive!" she hollered after seeing the fish practically fly into the other female's mouth as if it were a rehersed act.
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