Wheeling Gull Isle Some kind of change, some kind of spinning away.

This only left her with more questions.
Okay, so she was not turning two. Apparently, there were things called months and years, and there was a big difference between them. This, of course, brought a sense of bewilderment; how long do wolves live before they get sent up to God?
And this meant she was not actually going to be the same age as Mama and Daddy. This greatly upset her, but she was quick to get over it, because something else was far more intriguing: she shat you out of her vagina.
Sniffle, sniffle; another sniffle before she could compose herself enough to answer. What's a vagina? she peeps, confusion swimming in her cornflower gaze.