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Yeah! Frolic shouted, pumping that same small fist into the air. Can I come with you? she asked in the very next breath.

Her parents probably wouldn’t like that but hopefully they would be too thrilled with their whole deer to ground her. And even though Frolic could barely catch a mouse—never mind coordinate on a large game hunt—she bounced on her heels, ever so eager to help this man help her parents.

Hey, what’s your name, by the way? she blurted suddenly. I’m Frolic!