By the eyes of the very young
02-03-2014, 11:43 AM
Soren's fearful draw of breath made Azalea feel oddly triumphant. Perhaps he would fear would make him learn faster. She really didn't want to repeat herself. Both pups looked a bit confused though as she went through her explanations that were, in her mind, perfect. Still, when she handed over the duck Soren was on top of it. Azalea jumped up as the boy did exactly what she had wanted him not to do. Put the whole thing straight in his mouth. The pup took a jump back, fussing over his mouth and the feathers stuck to it. Kismet watched, ever the thinker. "He didn't pluck it right did he?" Azalea's miniature heart attack faltered at the tone of Kismet's voice and the look he gave her. And with that she began laughing. She walked toward Soren with the light shake of her head. "Now, listen, I just told you what NOT to do and that's exactly what you DID do." She wasn't quite sure how she was supposed to help him. Azalea began to look around for some solution only to be sidetracked with a voice from behind her. "I did it," She turned to see Kismet now equally flustered by the feathers. She smiled weakly before looking between the two. "Okay boys, try wiping the feathers off onto your leg. If that doesn't help you any then you're not going to like what comes next." |
