Date: 2009-04-12 11:05 pm (UTC)
Angua picked up the sponge she'd taken from the Compound and the soap, and began to gently scrub Hera clean.

"Five littol ducks wen' out to p'ay, ober the hill an' far away, one littol duck go quack quack quack, and on'y fo' littol duck come back," Hera sang, the lyrics embedded in her mind from all the hundreds of times she asked her mother to sing it to her.
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