Let's Build Stuff

Morendo nodded as he watched his father's demonstration and listened to the reminder about making sure the bricks were as even and straight as he could make them. As much as he disliked the hard, physical work that had to go into this project, his usual attention to detail did come in handy here. It was a task that required a little more finesse than others which worked out well for someone like him that had an eye for making things more visually appealing. By the time that they had carefully placed and mortared all of the bricks into their new home in the kiln, his shoulders and paws were sore, but he was happy with how it came out in the end.

When they were done he took a few steps back to look at it while he rubbed off some of the loose mortar off of his paws on the grass, knowing that he was going to need to take a bath when he returned to the compound. "I hope they enjoy it," he commented with a slight hint of a smile on his usually stoic expression. He did wonder if maybe making poetry might be something he'd like to try out himself, but maybe that could be something he did under the guise of helping his mother.

"Morendo Klein"