Yes, what was the name of that little Miss Buzzard who was always stopping me to talk to me and ask me questions. I did not want to be mean, but it really did get sort of tiring to have to think of answers to all of these questions that are being rhrown at me. Some of these girls thought of me as everyone's "big sister" but I have other roles, other things on my mind they know not of, that they are preventing me from exploring because I have to do whatever they want.