“The acorns are falling!” Hickory leaps back and forth under the huge Chestnut Oaks in our neighborhood. “This will make it so much easier to collect and bury them! And snack on.”
“Ugh, they’re green,” I tell him. “These are only good for burying.”
“Oh.” His tail droops.
“Well, look on the bright side. The humans have done something funny to the grass, so we won’t need to dig holes. Just push them in.”
Now both our tails are flicking as we get to work.