vidarr, ur dumb, sorry, love ur wife

The yank on his tail caused the boy to yelp and his rump hit the ground unexpectedly. He opened his mouth to tell his aunt off but she beat him to it, and his ears folded back against his skull in worry. Plants could hurt him? Well, that was certainly unexpected. He watched with rapt interest as his aunt expertly separated the skull the flowers had been growing out of and used the bone to carry them. He began to use his nose and ears to help lead them back to where the voices of the others were coming from, but he felt awfully silly going back empty handed. He gestured towards some old man's beard, that had probably been dragged underground to make up part of some small animals nesting material. When his aunt nodded that it was safe, he scooped it up, carrying it along, head held high as they went to seek out his mother.

-Steig has collected old man's beard-

“Speech”