Whitefish River Boom

2lazy2tag, will do later

It was early. Were other people up? Uhhh. You know what? She didn't care too much. That whole part of her brain where she maybe felt bad about maybe worrying her mom wasn't too well developed yet. She was the kid who would somehow find a way to open the door and go wandering down the street only to be scooped up by a neighbor two blocks away. Okay, not quite, but there was that danger.

The light was dim, but not yet warm except in color. She had toddled to the entrance of the den, yawning broadly -- and noisily -- before galumphing forward a few strides. Pause. Sniff sniff. She was still trying to totally figure out the whole nose thing too. It was too much information, making the whole thing kind of white noise but nothing unfamiliar by now gained her attention. So she bounded forward again, towards a fallen leaf that had twitched from a breeze.