A Wooden Stick

Dad was chewing on a wooden stick tonight. A very interesting stick. I watched him closely, trying to sneak up to him and take the stick. However, my dad is good at this game. When looking up from the stick, even when standing up beside the stick, he watched it from the corner of his eye. Slowly, oh so slowly, I crawled toward the stick, but dad saw me and quickly seized the stick again. I never got hold of the stick, but it was very exciting to try.