Sun Mote Copse down to the river

Onward they raced, two siblings in the heat of competition. For a moment all the troubles that worried Weejay's heart melted away -- and she was aware only of the wind riffling her fur, the affectionate bumps and nips of her brother, the footsteps of her father behind, and the joyful destination ahead. She was getting fast -- and maybe one day, might beat Elfie at his own game. Uh huh, better watch out cause I'm gonna grow and then you'll be in BIG trouble! Weejay chided cheerfully, aiming a light nip at his ear. 

She prepared for some retaliation, but her fathers voice rang over from the bank. Ears perking instantly Weejay bound towards the dark river's siding, her eyes lighting up as she saw a heavy band of moss carpeted thickly by little flower heads. Oooh!! Weejay exclaimed, hustling over and bending so that her chubby face was flush with the little white petals. What kind of moss is this, Daddy?! She did not know if her father knew, but maybe he had seen such things before, and might know of their use and properties.