Ah. And this is so fun to write. BTW in these lines, Rayah is climbing a tree, trying to get to a birds nest.... ---
“What are you doing?” I hear Charlie ask, watching from far below. I was already half way up the pine.
He repeats, “RAYAH WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” In a louder, more stern voice then before.
“I heard you, god, give me time to respond,” I mutter, “I’m trying to get us some dinner. Something you’ve been stalling ever since I’ve been out here hunting with you.”
Almost there…
“What? You think I’m stalling…?” He asks, stupidity in his voice.
“STALLING!” I chuckle.
“I was not stalling!” He argues.
I stop climbing and look down at him for a split second. “You just did. Twice.” ----- HA. Fail.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
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