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Itsy seemed overjoyed, and the mood was infectious; Poppy grinned even as she stag began to look a bit angrier. She ought to get it moving soon; she knew that male animals tended to charge if you kept them waiting for too long. About to offer a reply, she considered for a moment her end of the bargain - had the wren even eaten it? "Itsy - what about your snail?" She offered, knowing the thing wouldn't move in this cold weather but would remain firmly lodged in its shell. Still, another bird might claim the easy meal before Itsy could.