Jack sat and watched, entranced, as Nosy taught Dizzy what to do with the wooden blocks in their play area. Using their mouths, they stacked the coloured shapes into all sorts of weird and imaginative towers and buildings, or laid the lettered ones out in rows, sometimes spelling out words, but in Dizzy’s case, mostly gibberish. It hadn’t learned to spell yet.
He soon noticed how often the tips of their tails came into play, nudging blocks into position or providing support.
“They’re so clever,” he told Ianto.
“I know. It’s amazing what they can do without an opposable thumb!”