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

Vagina, peeing, pooping things out. The conversation had begun to muddle inside Dinah's mind. She imagines herself digging her paws in the dirt right after a rainstorm, elbow-deep in thick brown earthen mud, and how she would bathe herself in it. She'd rather think about that than this, she decided.
Gramma Towhee seems absolutely shocked this conversation had not been had with her before; but what was this conversation, anyway?
The suggestion of something fun immediately drew Dinah's attention again, a visible light to her eyes. Yeah! she shouts, although it was more like a screech, immediately jumping to her paws and falling into a bow. Like what, Gramma Towhee, like what?! Oh, the ideas Dinah already had! Like catching that really annoying seagull that hooted overhead and bringing it home to Mama and Daddy! Or a scavenger hunt, or hide and seek, or fetch, or swimming, or or or—