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he carried a stick out into the open expanse, shouldering the slobbered artifact the way one might proudly proffer a prize. a few times the male worried it, dropping it only to rapidly torment it again. he repeated this a few times until the stick broke between the persistence of his jaws, and he was left with two twigs instead of one.

for a moment he appeared to consider his options -- and then he tried to greedily take both with him, an endeavor that caused him to stop and rearrange the sticks often.