Takeshi PoV
I went outside after finishing my stew and scurried around to find a good stick.
Sel ran past in her puppy form and barked. "Me pick! Me good at pickin' stick!" she yelped, her tail wagging so hard it practically drove her sideways.
She looked around at the various branches of our apple trees and sniffed as if she was tracking a rabbit through the grass.
I sighed but smiled. Sel always tried to be helpful. Although she often made a bigger mess instead.
"Don't go digging up the roots, Sel," I warned gently, hitching up the oversized sleeves of my green knit sweater so they wouldn't trail in the dirt.
