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”Mama said I could go to the creek!” Glee proclaimed proudly, puffing out her little chest for a moment.

”I was hunting grasshoppers!” she continued merrily, ”I even CAUGHT one! It was scary so I dropped it.” She glanced down at her paws as though looking for traces of her brief victory, but her attention was quick to wander up to the tree where once a flock of birds had been. She tilted her head and scrunched her nose.

”It smells like birdy poos,” she announced.