[Quiet Man Cometh]

Not interested in such things as rotten egg races, Mirri ambled at her own pace outside and torwards the stream she has seen from the window. Looking back she could still see Rin taking on the springy bird toy. The kitten seemed happily occupied, so Mirri contined padding through the grass until she came to a suitable shadey spot next to the stream with an overhanging tree. She climbed up the tree and settled on a brach that hung just a foot above the stream, eyes watching for small flashes in the water that indicated the presence of tiny -and hopefully tastey- fish.