“We will not dispute that,” snorted Wulli. “You have it and you may keep it. But where did you get it.”
Pic seemed bewildered for a moment, then chuckled gleefully; “I am its father. You two talk and act as though you had no sense at all.”
The Mammoth breathed a deep sigh of relief.
“And so this is what is holding you back. I feared it was something serious. Let the poor little thing go and come along with us.”
Pic frowned. “No,” he replied. “I would not leave it alone. It would starve to death.”
Hairi pondered. He was not heartless. Young animals soon learned to take care of themselves as far as he knew; however this might be an exceptional case.
“Bring it with you,” he said. “I have no objections. Have you, Wulli?”
The Rhinoceros nodded his approval, after due reflection.
“It will soon be able to run around and look after itself,” he sniffed. “What an odd little thing! Does it ever make a noise or show that it is alive?”