Talk:The Marsh/@comment-26136175-20141123173646/@comment-26136175-20141124033638

Whitefeather began to panic. She couldn't drop the frog, since it would get coated with mud and who-knows-what and be virtually uneatable, and she would have to start from scratch again. On the other hand, if she didn't talk to Hazelclaw clearly, she felt she would be missing her ears very soon.

So she tried it again.

"Worry. Fwog in moth maze howd to taok," she meowed, and instantly regretted it.