As the High-Voiced One approached, I tried to figure out what she clutched in her hand. It was round like my jingle ball, but appeared to be smaller and smoother. I pretended to be disinterested, but inside I remained curious. What could she have in mind?
She squatted down a short distance from where I rested. She said something and then rolled the object toward me. It was a ball, and it stopped right beside me. Hmmmm, I thought. What does she expect me to do with that?