Small Things

This is what I imagine Finwe says as he is scanning the room:

Oh, look, there a speck of white over there. I wonder if I could pick it up. Let me go try. Okay, lean forward. Get that foot past the knee. Ugh! There it goes. Hand. Knee. Hand. Knee. I'm going now! Oh, Mommy sees me. Look at me, Mommy. I'm going to get that white spot. Here I am. Let me roll on this hip. Oh, I can pick it up. Cool. Wonder what it tastes like. Oh, Mommy! I almost had it in my mouth. I'll get it next time.