Sitting in a Tree

Who: Pandect and open
Where: Up in a tree.
When: Dusk

Pandect wasn't much of a moper, he believed (the way people born before the invention of the television believed) in hard work and fresh air to cure what ailed him. But in the face of injury (especially to his sense of justice) he did have a tendency to withdraw from company and go collect himself again. When he limped back to the motel he had discovered a large part of his cookie stash had gone missing and had a feeling Amy had something to do with that. But she had fallen in the woods, so he had helped her wrap her ankle and fussed over her probably more than he should and took off.

He liked sitting up in trees, it was nice, even though it was difficult with only one working arm. Still, sitting in the nest of high branches was like being up in the air without flying. The other high place in town were either the library, which was closed, or one of the churches. But Pandect put his foot down at hanging out in a steeple. That was just too ironic. Usually he went flying, but his wings were still a little sore from falling where they came into his back. So instead he found a convenient tree to curl up in and broke into his emergency cookie stash muttering to himself in French.