Firefly Glen Sweet Little Sister

Amalia was oblivious to the way her face affected the male. All she was, was excited for a future of fun. Perhaps she had a little bit of her brother's wild side, but nothing like him. No she had never jumped from cliffs into the water below, or ran full tilt at a tree to see if he could run up it and flip. Which he had learned, after many falls. That was partially how she had discovered the fun of both snow piles and leaf piles, she would pile them for her devil of a brother to try his ridiculous stunts.

Oh Good! A small dance in her step at the thought. It would be fun.

She grinned and nudged him happily. It depends on the river. Sometimes you can come across one deep enough to swim in, usually it is blocked somewhere.