Swiftcurrent Creek Silence like a cancer grows

she swore. she swore. she swore she wouldn't think it funny-

but what good's a jester's oath?

her head shot back with the force of her chortle, which soon brought her to her elbows and ankles, empty belly aching with laughter.

oh! oh if only bror could see! breathless, she wiped at the corner of one eye. som en kanin! ja, ja, kanin! smacking a paw against the ground, in stitches over his reaction.

this, soon, faded, and she was left catching her breath, occasional giggle peppering her efforts.

the witch crossed her forelegs, and laid her head atop them. her tail beat, and her eyes glistened.

is bror never seen true woman before? her muzzle split with a boisterous grin.

she still giggled, every now and then.