vidarr, ur dumb, sorry, love ur wife

His ginger head canted as the older women seemed to share some sort of joke, the old man's beard, in fact, making the young boy appear bearded. His aunt might have placed her offering down but he held his tightly clutched between his teeth. He had found it, it was his and he wasn't giving it up for any reason... except, well that was the whole reason they'd come down here right?

No, no! They'd come down here to see what plants grew, nobody said anything to him about having to hand them over so he would hold it, and they could look with their eyes and keep their paws to themselves. It was here, he had proof, but he didn't have to hand it over!

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