[Bell's counting trails off around 15. Maybe he will take a nap. He gets up, tottering over to the sofa and tries to pull himself up onto the couch. Not enough arm strength. Hm. And his leg won't reach that high. He pulls on the cushion edges and finally, able to throw a leg up and tumble over, he has his seat.]
[Fluffing the throw pillow, his voice is deadpan.] Oh, where is Youth? He is such a good hider. And so small. I cannot find him.
[He snuggles up on the pillow. Would it be wrong to try reading his book in this form?]
Quicklog!
[Fluffing the throw pillow, his voice is deadpan.] Oh, where is Youth? He is such a good hider. And so small. I cannot find him.
[He snuggles up on the pillow. Would it be wrong to try reading his book in this form?]