Sander could definitely see that Odin was finding it difficult to move as fast as he had earlier. Sander figured it was most likely because his time was full of berries that were weighing him. But even though the body wasn't willing, Odin's mouth sure was. As he sat down on the bush in front of him...yes Odin wasn't bouncing up to get the berries. He was smart. He let his tongue do all the work. Of course having a long tongue helped.

Flick...grab...eat....Flick....grab....eat....Flic k....grab...give to Sander...

Sander blinked in disbelieve. Odin was sharing his food with him. Sander graciously took the berry from Odin's tongue. Slimy or not, he had to eat it. Discreetly rubbing his fingers over the berry to remove as much of Odin's saliva as possible, Sander popped the berry into his mouth.

"Mmmm...it tastes good, Odin. Thank you so much" Sander patted Odin.

Flick...Grab...eat....Flick....grab...share....fli ck....grab...eat..

.... And this is how it went for the next few minutes. Sander savored every minute he shared with Odin. Despite what others thought of Puffskeins, Sander believed they were very intelligent creatures. Looks can be receiving. Puffskeins definitely were that. Sure they could be fluffy and playful and people thought that all they did was laze around and eat, inside that brain of theirs, those gears were turning fast.

Feeling full after having eaten eight berries, Sander decided it was time to move on to the next berry bush. Standing back up, he brushed the grass off his pants, and called out to the Puffskein.

"Come on Odin, onto the next bush" Sander took a small step forward. He brandished his wand, rolled it between his fingers and ending with an upward flick was about to say the incantation when...

....Odin did the most surprising thing...well another surprising thing. He squeaked a couple of times, and began rolling. He rolled once around Sander, squeaked three more times and then rolled up the path, right under over the white finishing line before stopping a few inches past it.

Wait!! Did Odin know what the white line represented or was he tired of eating and just wanted to return to his playpen? Whatever the reason was, they had completed the task.

Sander walked over to join Odin, reached down and picked up Odin. Cuddling him in his arms, Sander whispered . "Well done, Odin...well done. You are definitely one smart Puffskein," as he stroked Odin's fur and patted his head.

With Odin lying comfortably in his arms, Sander stood away from the finishing line and waited to see what they were supposed to do next.