The Stick

Since heading outside with the family, Juniper had decided to take a stick prisoner before they had returned home, and now she pretty much carried it everywhere. "Listen here Phil," her little voiced echoed through the vessel, paws padding back and forth in front of the stick. "I want to have fun, but the others are sleeping." She continued on, tail slowly wagging behind her and head held high."So what will we do?" Coming to a stop in front of it the girl would give the stick an intense stare, then tilt her head before gsping and putting a paw to her chest in shock. "Phil!" After a pause the girl quickly crawled towards it with a mischievious smirk and whispered. "That is bad but I like it."