At least now we know where they found her - practicing her art in the wilderness. Every morning she would rise, head out to the stream, say hello to the woodland creatures - hello chirping birds! Hello happy badger! Hello rutting elk! - and she would dance the Discus Dance. All the animals would stare incomprehendingly, because they were not animals from a Disney movie. In fact the elk charged her when she got too close. Threw her in the air. Tore an artery. That's why she keeps one leg sheathed: the scars are just too horrid to bear.