Dirt in the wrong hands

Fuji waddled onto the scene and plonked herself between her brother and sister, grabbing at the sticky brown stuff with her long and slender fingers, probing at it curiously. When. Beru’s paw slapped into the muddy blob, she giggled and wrapped her paws around her own, “Smoooshee!”

Her eyes fell on the small jar sitting in front of her mother with some interest. She had seen similar in their home, in the room where mumma kept the plants. Maybe she would make one of those for herself, so when she started learning how to fix people she would have her own little stash for the concoctions she came up with?

“Speech”