Your Mother Smells of Dirty Knickers!

The other girl called out again, insulting Siduri soundly. The pale child's eyes widen, pupils pinning in utter enjoyment. "Hey, that was a good one," complimenting where it was due. Sid stayed low to the ground, still creeping along so that she could find the other girl. "If I'm a knosball, then you're a pugnacious, prattling, prancing, porcine! " Ahhh, that was music to the girl's ears and she couldn't stifle the giggle that pulled from her.

Still creeping about, Sid wasn't quite able to find the other girl. "Ye must be wee small to hide so weeell." Sometimes Siduri became rather... Scottish. How this was possible, no one seemed to have any idea. She wasn't exactly exposed to that sort of speech. Ask her where she learned half of the garbage that she spouted and the girl would just shrug and smile.

Sid's pink nose worked, tracking her prey by scent since she couldn't see her. Ringed eyes fell upon wet pawprints on the otherwise dry leaf litter and the girl grinned, her teeth gleaming in the light. "Aye, why don't ye call me somethin' else, lass?" If the girl spoke again, Sid would have her.

Piratess