Heron Lake Plateau But I'm ten toes down, I will not fold.

Oh, quit worrying so much, ma. Fig would indeed catch on eventually, without even really realizing he was catching on at all. Even now, he was cataloguing the different ways she moved her paws and storing them in his little brain. He didn't know how to use them properly yet, sure, but he still knew them. And if he knew them, he could start repeating them. From there, he'd catch on with the when to use and the what it means.

For now, though, he was just a silly pup that appeared to be trying to flap his arms to fly away and failing. He rolled happily under Towhee's "attack" and giggled loudly as he was tickled, kicking his little paws harmlessly against her nose in a playful attempt at self-defense.