How hard can this be?

Kipling sat on the edge of the plains and where the large expanse of water started.  In front of the pup were a lot of sticks, some twine, and a rock large enough that it would take some work to fit into a pup's mouth.  Next to the boy was a fossa, it resembled something between a miniature cougar and a mongoose with its tawny coat and long body. A falcon dove down, within  a few feet of the ground before dropping another stick to the pile and flapping its wings to once more gain height.

Kipling had a tendency to have his weight shifted to the left side of his body at all the times, compensating for the missing back limb.  His front paw easily scooped up one of the sticks, wrapping some rope about it with confidence.  Starting seemed easy enough.  The boy imagined making a cage for fish to swim into.  How hard could it be, right?  Kipling wasn’t sure how many sticks he’d need, how much rope, or how big the box should be but he’d figure it out.  Mom and dad surely could tell him but Kip didn’t need help.  He’d get it all on his own!

"Kipling"