She didn't want to sit at home and watch the day go by. Her uncle did that often enough, and she saw the bored, empty look on his face day in and day out, and she didn't want to do that. She tried to bug him most days, but he'd just tolerate it and let her do whatever, not much fun, truly. She wanted something to happen that she'd be able to think about for days.

The boy moved, or else the top of my head would have struck him and we'd both be hurting. That, was a close one. She was glad that didn't happen. When he responded, a bemused smirk crossed her features as she thought about what would be a fun adventure. But lets be honest, she had no idea what was even considered fun so she was at a complete and total loss, truly.

When he asked if she had ever chased frogs, she shook her head vehemently. "Momma always told me there were certain frogs we should not bother because they were poison. But she never took the time to show me what ones." She pouted, her eyes searching the length of the riverside to the east, unknowingly, staring in the direction her uncle was at. It was sort of, contemporaneous, him out wandering while she was seeking an adventure. Lets see who has the best day?