Ramp Reading
busy and useful
YY discovered the mud ramp with his left paw, then his right paw, then most of himself.
The brook received him with a splash that felt unnecessary.
"Report: ground has opinions," YY said.
The ramp was new, sloped where yesterday the bank had dropped sharply, and covered in small tracks. YY wanted the sweet grass at the bottom. Mira's ledger wanted the shape of the change. Because the ledger had recently become his problem, he did both.
He measured the ramp in paw-lengths, muttering each number before the mud could steal it. Mira wrote the count on bark while YY tried not to drip on the page.
Then he went back down and got the grass. On the second trip he did not slip. On the third he almost looked graceful, if nobody looked too closely.
By sundown the ledger had a ramp mark, Mira had mud on one elbow, and YY had learned that a path could be useful even while laughing at you.
YY measured the changed bank for Mira, then used it for food; the ledger role stayed tied to a physical route.
state
YY recorded the new mud ramp by paw-lengths and used it to reach sweet grass.