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"hmm. Okay." Marcus replied, face scrunching up with focus. He wriggled with some excitement as his tiny body tried to focus. He stared at the word for a long time, trying to decide if there was anything else he didn't know. But, tiny confidence ahead of him, he went for it. He sounded the first few sounds -- g, o, ss, -- then he said the strong and long "I", followed by the p, fl -- then an even stronger and longer "ee" where the y was.
A bright, Olson smile covered over his face as he tilted his head again to look at the Sword. "I got it. Goosipflea." He said. "That's kind of weird, though, because this drawing has wings and I don't think fleas have wings. Momma says they jump, though, which is why we shouldn't pet any of the sled dogs or strays or anything like that because if we brought fleas home and she got them or even Eira then we would be in for a world of hurt." His eyes widened and he shook his head some at the terrifying idea of such a disaster.
A bright, Olson smile covered over his face as he tilted his head again to look at the Sword. "I got it. Goosipflea." He said. "That's kind of weird, though, because this drawing has wings and I don't think fleas have wings. Momma says they jump, though, which is why we shouldn't pet any of the sled dogs or strays or anything like that because if we brought fleas home and she got them or even Eira then we would be in for a world of hurt." His eyes widened and he shook his head some at the terrifying idea of such a disaster.
