the usefulness of this uselessness

Sitting here now, watching his siblings, he realises not all of them have the range of movement he does with his paws. Brows pinch for just a moment before he focuses on shredding the reeds that started the basket and braiding them back together to add extra texture to the raw material. He half listened to his mother as he ferreted through the supplies finding some shells with holes punched in them already and using the shredded reeds as string to weave them into his work. It was taking shape more slowly than he would have liked, but he looked over to see Cutlass had a similar idea but with feathers and far more uniformity to the creation. His creation wouldn't be good for much more than a vase, but he was sure there was someone out there that would appreciate the detail in it. He looked to his mother for approval only momentarily before focusing back on his task.

"speech"