Stavanger Bay Rot

Blossom, in all of her innocence and simple, airheaded joy, was immediately settled by her mother’s words. Had she been a bit older, perhaps she would have caught the discrepancies (or, more realistically, she would have bulldozed right over them). As it was, she accepted the words as fact, and went trundling after her mother with several happy waves of her tail.

Mehint? She tried, sounding the word out in her mouth before she would repeat it over and over again internally.

Want to try. Blossom immediately went to the leaves to pull one into her questing mouth, beginning to chew on it. The shock of wintergreen flavor made her pause, her nose wrinkling in an involuntary reaction, before she shivered all over.

Bbbbrrr!