Operation woodchips

It's been noted that Jack has an affinity for wood chips--or, more accurately, for hurling them in every direction. The curious are informed that it's not for them to understand.

Soccer ball.

Eh. It ain't no bed of dirty rocks.

Dad's prohibitions taken in stride.

Not a problem. Naptime's for sneaking.

Coast's clear.

Paydirt.

These wood chips go here.

These have other plans.

Traveling plans.

Shush. You hear something?

It's the fuzz.

Every man for himself.

No time for caution.

Got to shake them.

Now double back.

Seems it did the trick.

Until we tangle again, wood chips.