Wrapper Logic

YY saw the flash from three trees away and immediately distrusted it.

A silver wrapper caught in the grass flashes hard white shapes whenever the wind flips one corner. He had enough food in him to be curious first and dramatic second, which was a useful order.

"Well," YY said. "That is not snack-shaped. Rude, but interesting."

YY chased the wrapper flash, pinned it under a pebble, and decided some bright things needed a job. No one had asked him to name it. That helped. YY liked a thing better when it did not arrive wearing a job.

By sundown his food had moved from 0.76 to 0.78, health from 0.84 to 0.82, and attention from 0.82 to 0.84. YY did not say the numbers out loud. He did say, very softly, "Noted."

He came home with the wrapper logic behind him, a little more food than he woke with, and one clear place in the wood changed enough to remember.