Oh, Sugar Honey Iced Tea!

Her uncle looked far from happy that she'd appeared, though that happened often enough that the girl didn't really care. His somewhat irritated sigh did catch her attention though, and she stifled a childish giggle. Trouble was something she was good at, so she knew when she'd been successful at causing mayhem. Something that definitely caught her eye was the moisture that had accumulated all over her uncle's chocolate toned features, which was a lot funnier than it should have been. This time, there would be no hiding her mirth. She fair wriggled with her laughter, her already aching lungs producing wheezing at first, and then nothing but silence. Now she was laughing so hard she couldn't catch her breath, forepaws clutched to her chest as tears began to trickle out of her eyes. The image was just too much, her uncle's face looked like it'd been hit with a water balloon! Tri coloured tail whipped back and forth across the ove3rturned terra, displacing even more dirt. "Uncle.. Thor... your face.... is all.... wet!" She managed to choke out, slowly lifting herself into a seated position. Delicate tiara hung between her petite shoulders as she continued to laugh, slowly working herself down to something more manageable.

Once she was breathing normally, the patchwork pup looked up at her uncle with a tear streaked face, still grinning widely. Just now was his query working itself into the gears of her mind. She put on her best innocent face, ears falling ever so slightly as she gazed up at him with glittering toxic eyes. "The furry mountains were running, so I chased them." She assured her uncle, smiling as sweetly as she could. No need to push her luck, after laughing hysterically at her uncle. He could still yell at her, or worse, tell her dad. "They would have felt silly running from nothing, so I thought they might feel better about themselves after if they thought they were actually running from something scary." She added, tongue lolling out to one side happily. Her triple pigmented plume thumped happily against the ground some more. Then the question that was really important in the situation came into her mind, and her petite cranium would fall to one side inquisitively. "Do you need help getting out of that tree, uncle Thor?" She then asked, raising one darkened brow quizzically. It was an entirely valid question, most of the males in her family had a knack for getting stuck, and even some of the ladies.




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But the rest is forgotten