"Things attached to the walls?" She asked mostly to herself, having not quite noticed anything on the walls before. She looked up to find pictures, many were dusted over. She paused for a moment and stood up on her hind legs, making it possible to wipe the dust off the glass with her hand. The first one was a child's drawing, it was the classical stick figure family with a house in the background, done in crayon. This picture though seemed to illustrate a bit more artistic talent in it.  She took a few steps forward, wiping the dust off another picture frame. This was a photograph of a family. She looked at it and frowned. "The things hanging on the walls are called pictures." She said, making sure not to speak to fast. "This one is a photograph, that means that what is shown here, actually happened once." She said taking down the family photo and showing it to him.<br/><br/>Pecca ignored her rumbling stomach and studied the picture. Her attention was caught by the mother, she seemed so happy. Pecca had always wanted to be a mother ever since she grew up with her full cheetah mother. Of coarse there were other things that happened at the school that also influenced her want to be a mother. Ever since she escaped, that was her only lasting goal, the only dream that never faded.