Lost Creek Hollow rowing

Ashlar followed Mona dutifully, and while every so often he would stray behind to sniff at an interesting something or other, as soon as Mona fell ahead he would bound up to near level with her.

Whasa the wadda, momma? he asked, and looking at her meant he stumbled a bit over the ground until he looked back down again. His babbling was fast turning to words, but walking and talking simultaneously took a great deal of concentration.