Goudy the Shrew

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She was definitely younger than her by a year or so. She was playful, and didn't notice Shrewrd looking at her when she rolled through her land.
"Err, miss?" Shrewrd called out.
The Shrew looked at her.
"Howdy, mate."
She looked around.
"Oh, sorry mate. I understand that I've rolled into your land. I'll get out right now, mate."
She rolled the other side.
"Oh, no! I don't mean to chase you out."
Shrewrd didn't know how to continue, she wasn't good with words or was very confident when talking to people.
"Oh. Thanks, mate. Does that mean I can roll in your land, mate? Your land is quite big, I like big spaces for rolling, mate."
"Err, that's .. fine. What's your name? Mine's Shrewrd, or Soricomorpha, that's what the call me."
"I'm Trix. I hate that name -"
"Why?"
"It just doesn't sound right. Don't you think so, mate?"
"No. I think it's nice."
"Somethin' must be wrong with you, mate. All my mates say it is weird."
Trix started rolling again.
"And by the way, might you have a extra room mate? I kinda need somewhere to live in, in the mean time."
Shrewrd widened her eyes, can she stand that Shrew? But she had never been rejected, nor she wanted to.
"O...kay."
"Thanks mate." Trix said and muttered something to herself.

I don't know if I can even stand that country Shrew. Shrewrd sighed.