MAMA HEARD RUMOURS THAT THE FRITH HAS LEARNED TO CLIMB THE STAIRS. OR AT LEAST, A STAIR. TODAY, PROOF.
SOMEONE WAS VERY PROUD OF HERSELF AFTERWARDS.
AND REWARDED HERSELF WITH ONE OF THOSE EXTREMELY HARD AND TASTELESS TEETHING BISCUITS (ACTUALLY, THEY'RE KIND OF GOOD. IN A DRY, CRUMBLY, FOUR-YEAR-OLD-MOLASSES KIND OF WAY.)
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