UGH! While going outside with the girls I see The White Dragon playing with something rather dessicated. It didn't take long to realize it was a very dead, once-buried, very chewed-upon mole. The White Dragon wanted to share with me, and I wanted no part of it. So Inwe and Larien watched me with amusement as I danced around saying, "No, Ursa, get away. Go!"
Once Ursa gave up trying to give me the rotted mole, Inwe walked by saying, "It's only a dead mole, Mommy."
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