Cut off your nose to spite your face

The first time Fuji had seen the big black and red wolf she had been in awe. He wasn’t as tall as mumma or papa but he sure was bigger than she was, and he had a big stick with two sharp ends! It was amazing! The tiny wolf had set about finding a new enough shoot of bamboo that it wouldn’t completely outweigh her, and stayed thin enough to be clenched between her minuscule jaws. She then found a dead end in the bamboo and tried to mimic some of the moves she had seen him practicing, but kept losing her balance, and she fell on her face more than once. Her neck muscles hurt, and she was just about ready to call it quits when a shadow passed by her little dead end dojo. Her whole face lit up and she bounded back towards the path, shouting at the top of her lungs. “Hey! Come back! I wanna sword fight!”

“Speech”