All we got this morning, he blew most of it away.

He'd try to scoop it in toward his teeth with his lip, and then he'd haf to kind of blow out his breath, and after that all the grass that'd be left was just some wet pieces stickin' to the outsides of his face.

Well, and you know how he acted about that maple branch.

We can't trust him with branches." Sam jumped up.
"_I_ know!" he cried.

"There's lots of leaves left on the branches.