Talk:Nursery/@comment-5820956-20131116233129/@comment-5820956-20131117000104

"Seeeeeeaaaaakit!" Mosskit bounded after the runaway tom. "Give me the ball!" The game changed yet again, and Mosskit couldn't gain the advantage, due to her never-ending store of dislike for running. Eventually, after haveing Seakit run rings around her, Mosskit lay down, and focused on not gisgoring (heck, I can't spell) the mouse she ate a short while ago.

"You. Win." Mosskit gasped. "Game. Over. Please"