
It itched! It itched badly! And sif wasn't near her favorite fur-covered back scratcher tree at all! Sif tried to curl herself into a small ball to bite at the mosquito bite, but it was in a very awkward position that hurt her back and neck. And she still couldn't reach it!
Why couldn't she get the stupid bite to stop ITCHING?!
Sif collapsed onto the ground, trying to relieve her the itch by rolling side to side, but the ground was fur-covered too. Mom said it was called moss. Sif liked fur-covered better.
She let out a frustrated groan that almost sounded like a lioness's roar. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Sif noted that she couldn't be much of a fish if she could sound like that after a little irritation. But the thought was pushed into the furthest parts of her mind as she continued to roll and twist on the ground just trying to stop the itching.