Parker plucked the dirty grass from Curtis's nest, then gathered up the remaining grass in a bunch into his arms.
"Let me help!" Parker stuffed the dry grass into the hole as he spoke. The grass smacked Curtis—who had his head raised underneath—right in the face, before most of it slid down his silk-like hair with only some remaining on the top of his head.
Bai Qingqing carried over the last bit of grass. Curtis stuck out his hands to receive it, and the last bit of his grass on his head slid off too.
"I can't fit this basket through the hole. I'll hand you the eggs one by one." Bai Qingqing's gaze fell upon the white eggs that were placed together, and it was evident from her eyes that she couldn't bear to part with them. She touched the snake eggs one by one.
