Dirt in the wrong hands

Nubby tail wagging, Tachi ambled onto the scene with his eyes alight with curiosity. There was always so much going on within the bamboo, streaks of colour amongst the green as his family and clan mates went about their day. His family of course was the brightest of them all, the best of the best. Moving over to little Fuji, Tachi made a point of giving her an affectionate shoulder bump before he tried to reach over to smush her brown lump. Ma would of course give him one of his own, there were plenty to spare...but he wanted hers. Or at least for her to think he wanted hers.

"What's it for? Eating?"  He stepped aside and then went to sniff at Hima's, before finally settling down to get his own.