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She chortled when he mentioned a great horned owl, sharing, I wish I had wings so I could fly! It seemed relevant.

Her lips pressed together when Bronco launched into a more in-depth explanation of how they would win over the invisible monster, getting it to reveal itself—himself, Shenanigans amended in her head, going by what her elder said.

I wanna learn how to play that! Shenanigans enthused about the game.

That meant she’d better get busy collecting the remaining items! The youngster scooted around the Hobbit Hole’s exterior, gathering anything that remotely resembled a feather or a pebble. She excitedly carried each back to drop them at Bronco’s feet before dashing off again.

After gathering about a half a dozen each, Shenanigans thought to stop and ask, a bit breathlessly, How many more do we need?

Of course, he’d told her the total for each: four. But between her youth and excitement, Shenanigans didn’t actually know how to count that high. Her bright eyes hung on Bronco’s face, ever so ready to finish collecting the remaining items they needed.