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mireille bristled, small white teeth visible below her lip. yet she heeded maman, glancing at haunt and then back toward the dead furry body. she was beginning to feel a bit sick the longer its eye did not blink or move, but refused to let sobo hold the rest of their meeting's interest.
mireille gathered her gusto and began to nose along the velveteen underbelly. instinct told her of the blood that used to tick beneath; she could smell it, and started to chew idly along the rabbit's flank, cutting slowly toward the meat.
"all sobo be killin' is me wid his fartin'!" mireille said pleasantly, hoping to barb her brother and get him into trouble. baiting him was far too much fun.