I Wanna Be Like You-ou-ou

Modesty had had a busy morning. The cattle had been moved to a different part of the Dove islands to shit all over everything, (her love for the fluffy cows was waning by the day). Sakana had given her the nod that the chicken coop had been sterilized and so had the quarantine pens, so she had sent Moo off to track down the cattle dogs so she could organise a surprise for Jael, and the goats they had gathered from the Moor were comfortably working their way around Daager Isle, clearing out the underbrush and pissing off the predators, making it clear they weren't welcome here.

As she stepped off the rickety bridge, her eyes fell on her smallest child, and she gave her daughter a grin, trotting over to pull the girl into a hug, planting a kiss on her head before hoisting her over her shoulder and onto her back. “And what fine adventures have you been up to?” She questioned her daughter as she strode across the sand. “Any schemes I should know about?”

“Speech.”