the shirley looked over the girl's shoulder and said,
"oh dear! what a mess! what are you doing?"

and the girl, without looking, hands covered in blood,
replied: "i am dissecting. the animal was already dead
when i found it. these are the woods, after all. i'm
just dissecting."

and the shirley said: "why do you dissect? what will you
do with all the little pieces?"

"mere curiosity," she said. "when i am done, i think i
will leave it all to rot here. as i said, this is the
woods after all."

and the shirley said: "but what if THEY find it?
they can't know about you. what if you're figured out?"

"how many times must i say it?" she said. "this is the
woods, after all. it'll rot and decay and be scattered
by the rest of the creatures. i will not be found. for
now, we are safe, dearest shirley."

and so the shirley watched in silence.