I like to think of them as OUR arrows

"What are you talking about? These are clearly baby donkeys," she pointed out as she did her best to keep the friskier one under control. Thankfully, Matt's gentle hand (and all those scents after he'd been helping Laura cook), was suddenly a million times more interesting than any attempts at parkour and jumping onto the kitchen counter.

The calico, already purring, started licking his fingers while the ginger tested if climbing up onto Matt's wrist was a good plan.

"Do you think you can guess which one is the red boy?"