Rearranging

Whisper still didn't like coming into the Col. It still felt cold and hard to breathe and sometimes, she just couldn't move any further. Today though, seemed to be a good day. She could hear someone shuffling up ahead and she focused on the sound rather than the way it felt like the walls were closing in on her.

It looked like grandpa was trying to do some rearranging and there was still a pile of coats left to put on the shelf. Sure they were big and heavy, but she could help, right? She picked one up as best she could, the bulk of it dragging behind her and she stood up on her rear legs to try and get it on the shelf but no matter how far she stretched... she just couldn't quite get there. To make matters worse, she managed to pull one of the coats that had already been put away back of the shelf to land squarely on her head, the weight of it flattening the tiny pup with a startled yelp.

“Speech”