Baby Ronan had continued his mischievous ways, constantly bringing headaches for everyone equally in the little tribe.
One morning, Sunnie's husbands stepped out to work on the farmland. It was almost time to harvest—days and weeks had gone by—so they were making preparations for it.
That morning, Sunnie decided to make some meat pie for everyone. She figured it would be best for celebrating the blooming farmland, at least.
She and the other females worked on it. Little Black assisted them, and the little ones sat at a distance, watching them work.
Ronan's eyes kept running over the meal being made. It was obvious that he clearly wanted a taste for himself as well.
"Keep an eye on your little brother," Sunnie told Maren while she worked, because she knew what the little one was capable of.
"Yes! I will!" Maren immediately agreed, nodding aggressively while holding onto Ronan's hand. Ronan simply stared innocently at Sunnie without saying anything.
