I run in the ball. I stop to see where I am. Now I run again.

 

 

 

 

 

It is the nature of teeth to challenge the hand. Stroke me. I won't bite...

 

 

 

 

 

sunflower seed. sort. millet seed. kernel of corn. raisin. wheat. sort. sort.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The pouch enables the seasons to pass me by. I dream and I chew