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Bobby kept trying his best to reach the bird, but it wasn't happening and that made the boy frustrated. Why couldn't Artaax just be bigger! He heard his brother's response, but he just couldn't believe it. This was the best that Artaax could do? When they sparred and played around together, Artaax always seemed big; could he not be big again now, when the brothers were actually working towards the same goal? 

Bobby looked down for a minute just to visually assess whether or not Artie was trying hard enough. It looked like he was trying, despite the fact that they were still at least a yard or two away from their feathered friend. With a quick huff, Bobby looked back up and stretched out his little limbs as best he could. The problem was that every time he'd get his body as tall as possible, he'd start to lose his balance and have to go back down onto all fours to get repositioned. It was very, very irritating. 

Artaax asked if he could reach it, and finally Bobby decided that this mission was a lost cause- Unless... Bobby looked down, another (bad) idea having clicked into his head. Artie! What if we make Blixen or Sirio or Dalia come help? We could defin-definy-deff... we could reach da bird with all them! He asked, staring down at the top of his brother's head.