"Why did you take my picture?" Cause you're cute!" Silver replied, grasping the four-year old by the waist and tossing her into the air before catchin... her with a grunt and hugging her. "Ugh," she moaned. "You are just about getting too big for Mama to do that anymore." The little cherub smiled again and wrapped her arms around Silvers' neck, making straining sounds as she squeezed. "Ugh squeezer!" Silver cried hugging the child back, imitating the sounds that the girl made."Hey sweetheart. “You seemed to be having a good time.”“I did. I can’t thank you enough for talking me in to this, and for not letting me chicken out when we got there. You are the best, Becky.”“Oh, not yet, I’m not, but I am not done with you yet, Eliza Doolittle!” she cackled, referencing her favorite movie.“Wot ever you say, Mr. ‘Iggins.” I replied in my best cockney accent.It must have not been very good because Becky laughed most of the way home.The next morning, I woke up at my usual time, about five am,. Suddenly a voice barked at them, in an unfamiliar language. The voice was deep and harsh. In the dungeons of the other Weapons holders, the explorers had found giant ants, giant spiders and giant centipedes. No one had mentioned pigs.Or deep, intelligent, masculine voices.The pigs didn’t listen to the harsh voice, and kept with their complaining.The voice barked out again, sounding like the owner was approaching my hiding spot, shouting something else.*SNAP!Suddenly, a harsh, dark-green face. In noon i went to kitchen when she was there alone coz my uncle was at office and aunty was in market and grand-father was out to attend a religious programme. So i got an opportunity to read her. She was preparing for evening food so i went to kitchen and start talking about general things about her school, her friends etc and in between i asked her to introduce with her friend so that i can get a girlfriend here in udaipur also. But she refused that you don’t need that..i asked.