Silvertip Mountain Beanstalks And Broomsticks

Her ears perked as the male spoke. A story? What kind of story? she asked, hoping it wouldn't be one of those long, drawn-out, boring ones that so many adults seemed to want to tell. Adeline was four months old. Her brain moved on from subjects faster than even she could realize, but she usually just went with it.

She wasn't really sure if she was in the mood for one, but decided she would humor the male. If it turned out to be another boring one, she would just deal with it then. She padded over to him, sitting down on her haunches, her eyes begging him to make it something interesting.