"My very own wing!"  Mable was imagining a birds wing.  "How generous of you Edward!  I'll name three animals after you; a bull, a goat, and a duck so you can have your own wing as well.  Two, even!  It'll be wonderful."

The sound of water getting closer and closer promised relief for Mable's still bleeding injuries.  She hurried along, eager to get them cleaned and to continue playing with her friend.

"Watch my shoes while I go into the water, will you?  Leather takes forever to dry properly.  And don't try to hide them or peak, okay?"