Wapun Meadow Courageous, stumbling

She springs along, like a rabbit or something cute and stupid like that, and comes closer and closer to Kvarsheim — until a girl’s voice growls from the grasses and she almost pees herself.

As it is, she misses her step and tumbles through the tall grass in an even noisier somersault. Prairie birds scatter into the open air. Grouse, they looked like, or maybe quail. Whatever they were she can’t see them anymore, no less make sense of up or down or left or right.

Geez, who twisted a pickle up your butt? she mumbled, probably loud enough for the other girl to hear, though she didn’t really care if she did. I’ll romp through any meadow I want, thank you very much.