the hag of the swamp

She would regard him as he wiggled, slowly army crawling closer towards him so that her hind legs would stretch out and then slowly starfish out. Head would flop on her paws as she watched him. Could he get out himself or did she really have to help him? "Uh yeah. But we would be AWESOME rulers!" She would state, leaning forward to try and boop him on the nose with one messy paw. He would exclaim that he was not fat and in fact big boned and she would roll herself backwards, cackling as she flopped on her side, obviously completely at home in the mud. Big boned? That still meant he was heavy. Her giggles would quell as she rolled back onto her belly and studied him curiously. "Your still heavy!" She would state though she couldn't keep a straight face. His next words shocked and appalled her. Or at least thats what she hoped her expression would say as she looked at him slack jawed. "EXCUSE ME!" She would say in a louder then normal tone as she stood and glared down at him despite the smirk that still tugged up the edges of her lips. Well. She didn't get to do this often. She would step over his head, dainty paws following the line of his spine before spinning and dropping her full (yet minuscule) weight on his back, skull flopping on top of his skull so her chin rested on the crown of his head. "Carry me. Peasant." She would mumble.

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