the state of my severed hands
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Book? Read? Again, Moose found himself feeling very naive and lost. Nay... Ah dinnae knaow whit yeh mean bah read... sa Ah dinnae thin' Ah kin d'et. Boot, Ah'm a fs' lerner....jist try meh. There was no way something as simple as a four letter word (had he known what that meant) would defeat him.

Just a few more steps placed the male at Kansas's side. He took a seat there, and looking over his shoulder stared at the object which he now knew to be a book. Before him was what looked like thin, flattened bark, covered in strange markings, as if tiny birds had dipped their feet in mud and walked on it. The male cocked his head to the side in confusion. Not only could he not make heads nor tails of the object in front of him, he still couldn't get his head around the purpose.

ooc: short... sorry


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