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Every single tooth in her mouth glinted as she grinned at Bronco’s—no, make that Uncle Norbert’s—reaction to his new alias. When he playfully socked her, Shenanigans squealed and batted at his legs, leathery paw pads slapping rather harmlessly against gnarled scar tissue.

The youngster tailed Bronco as he began collecting more items, her attention rapt and her lips pulled into a moue of fascination. First he tried out some leaves, only to make a tsk sort of sound and seek out a better vessel for their offerings. He seemed happier with the pieces of bark, explaining to Shenanigans how to utilize them.

Mmkay! she agreed brightly, making to grab her slab of bark once Bronco relocated the pebbles.

She didn’t make it more than one and a half steps toward the Hobbit Hole before the pebbles all came careening off her portable, makeshift altar, scattering on the ground at her feet.