Josh finally picked enough berries for his supper. he slowly stumbled back to the camp. he was walking and knowing him, he was a klutz. he tripped on a stick and the bowl flew into the air and landed on his head, smashing all his berries on him and his long ears. the juice from the berries staining his fur. he just laid there in emberesment as he heard some of the slaves laughing at him. "....."
Josh walked back to the small patched grass, where he ate wildflowers. he sat down in the patch and picked a small dandilion and at it. the juices from the dandilion were tasty to him. he picked a few more and ate them. "master..... i need to clean off....." he said looking at the grass. still eating some dandilions.