Onida's little pink tongue poked out between his lips as his brow creased in concentration. He stacked rocks and sticks together, creating a tiny fort. The rocks acted as the foundation which supported the leaning sticks. It took him multiple attempts to generate a successful standing structure, but this time he got it! Without taking his eyes off of the fort, his paw searched for the next stick. Feeling around and finding nothing, Onida glanced over to his reservoir of sticks collected earlier. The ever annoying Tate had the stick protruding from his mouth while the others were broken into tiny pieces. Onida yelled, "Hey! Those are my sticks!" Tate looked up from his destruction. "Nu-uh! Did you make the sticks? I don't think so!" Onida pouted out his lower lip and whined. "That's not fair! I collected them and everything!" Tate shrugged him off and finally caught a glimpse of his fort. His eyes lit up. Onida, realizing what Tate was looking at, jumped up and defended his creation.
