This is a stump.
This is one of the men who climbed the tree in the back yard of Mareike’s house with a large knife.
See my stump? My fuzzy stump, that is. I’m relaxing for a moment while all of the hub-bub is happening around me.
Ah… a little more stump-age now. I’m waking up and realizing that dad may need my help…
Oh well guess not. I’ve been banished to the inside to “relax”. Maybe that’s not such a bad idea…