I Don't Need A Chamber Pot

Armando twisted and watched, twisted and watched, both his project and the wolf's coming together nicely. He learned a lot from watching Skaelingr work and in the end had a nice little bundle of wet rope and a budding interest in pottery to show for his efforts. All in all he was pleased with the day's events. He could go back to his nook and ponder what he'd learned. Maybe some day he'd try it himself. It was an intriguing skill and if a wolf with no thumbs could do it, so could he, right? It was worth trying. But now it was time to go. He'd seen enough and he had places to be. "Well," he said as he got to his paws. "Thankd for the lesson, Skaelinger but I must be going." He then wrapped the rope around his shoulder and went bounding off into the grass.

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