[Arry]

Woody watched as Daisy tried to catch hold of her brother. If the kid were anything like his brother she might as well give up. Hanson and Reggie looked to be about the same age, he thought. Might as well try to catch a flea with your hands than keep a five year old from doing what he wants to do. So was the judgment of his eleven year old self.

This wasn’t too bad, he thought to himself, surveying his slate. He peeked over at Neviel’s efforts, nudging him to take a look at the small sketch of the bear carving he’d done at the bottom of his lines of letters.