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There's a brief struggle with the tree, but the juveniles are clearly losing.
Three watches the huddle of small humans cycle through a few solutions, then a few attempts, then a squable, followed by another attempt and an even louder squable that does nothing to dislodge the ball jammed approximately three meters up.
If small humans follow the patterns of large ones, violence comes next, so Three steps out of its surveillance route.
"Can I help?" It asks first, because the Mensah children are used to a Secunit, not all Secunits. They grin anyway when they stand on its shoulders.