My name is Penny.
When the weather starts to get cold, I always want a good stick. Sticks taste better and snap better when it is cold. When the leaves fall, usually sticks fall, too. I just look around in the leaves until I find one.
I like to carry a good stick in my mouth for a while. Then I chew on it. I like it when the wood breaks with a snap. If I can bring a stick inside, I will chew it until it is broken into many pieces. The pieces get soggy and small, and usually the bark has fallen off. By then I’m ready for dinner.
I leave the pieces of the stick for the old boring guy, but he doesn’t seem to like sticks as much as I do.