11-22-2018, 11:35 PM
Books were something foreign to Val. He had never really felt the need to learn how to read- it was all fine and good, he just didn't care. Besides, if there was always someone else to read stuff to him, he could just hang out and ride off their coattails. The white pup had better things to do with his time, like... eat bugs. Or something.
Intelligence was simply not something he actively... grew, for lack of a better term. He was fine at the level of smart that he was. He knew two plus two was four, and he knew that certain berries killed you so you shouldn't eat them. That was about as much as he needed. Reading was for suckers.
Of course, Masie was the exception. He wasn't quite sure that she could read at all- she was smart, but there was the whole lack of English thing going on -but he loved his sister whether she was reading or not. In fact, he was rather excited. The creamy pup bounded in after Owen, bored of his outdoor adventures. He hadn't seen his father in a little while, which was strange. Owen usually seemed to hover over his brother and himself nonstop, until then. But that was fine.
Pink eyes darted from the words on the page (ew) to his sister (not ew) to the rest of his surroundings.
"Reading's lame, but I guess if Masie's reading it's okay," he mumbled absently, nosing through the books that had piled up in the corner. The white pup figured that if anything, maybe a picture book would give him a bit of entertainment. But reading was still really lame.
"SPEECH"
Intelligence was simply not something he actively... grew, for lack of a better term. He was fine at the level of smart that he was. He knew two plus two was four, and he knew that certain berries killed you so you shouldn't eat them. That was about as much as he needed. Reading was for suckers.
Of course, Masie was the exception. He wasn't quite sure that she could read at all- she was smart, but there was the whole lack of English thing going on -but he loved his sister whether she was reading or not. In fact, he was rather excited. The creamy pup bounded in after Owen, bored of his outdoor adventures. He hadn't seen his father in a little while, which was strange. Owen usually seemed to hover over his brother and himself nonstop, until then. But that was fine.
Pink eyes darted from the words on the page (ew) to his sister (not ew) to the rest of his surroundings.
"Reading's lame, but I guess if Masie's reading it's okay," he mumbled absently, nosing through the books that had piled up in the corner. The white pup figured that if anything, maybe a picture book would give him a bit of entertainment. But reading was still really lame.
"SPEECH"
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