Sun Mote Copse Weebles wobble

If he heard Pox's objections, Crow pretended not to. Anyway, Ma was gonna help! Bassard here! he said, bounding toward Pox and the log. Pox was digging furiously at the ground, and Crow furrowed his brow. We try'a push it, but not big nuff. Even the two of them hadn't been able to budge the log one way or the other.

Pox, what doin? he said, sticking his nose near the hole that was being furiously dug by his brother. Lemme try! Ma was now forgotten, as Crow had the attention span of a gnat. He was now solely focused on digging alongside his brother, dirt flying directly at Finley's face.