Haunted Wood how many freakin’ vampires am i supposed to care about these days?

It didn't occur to Glee that what she was doing was technically lying. She was at that age where the line between lies and her imaginings was innocently blurred. She meant no harm in telling her tales—she simply knew them to be more fun than the reality, which was that she truly had no idea what actually had been up in the tree. It was more exciting to agree that it had been her, that was all.

"Three!" Glee answered promptly with a nod, as though recounting their just seen faces, "Two girls and a stinky, stinky boy." She scrunched up her nose in disapproval, not making the connection between the imaginary eagle brood and her own litter. "What if I throw you up there? I can try??" Glee offered eagerly, bouncing forward as though to grab her sister by the scruff and fling her to the treetops.