He was ready. Stori was so ready. He was just about to-
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"
Wow, suddenly Dad!
Stori stopped, plopping his butt down and wagging his little tail as fast as it would go. His lips curled into a slobbery, sloppy smile around the stick, "Whasssshup?" he asked, his neck straining to crane up to look at his dad with bright, seafoam-green eyes. After a pause, Stori opened his maw and the stick clattered to the ground. Stori's eyes stayed on his dad, waiting for a reaction. The perfect stick. See it? He wanted his dad to see it. His maw hung open still, but his eyes, without moving his head, glanced down at the stick. Wasn't it perfect? He couldn't see it when he looked down, his nose was in the way and his head was tilted too far up, but he knew it was perfect.
