Yes, that has to be it.I looked around the room, I needed to find my boy clothes quickly if theplan was still going to work. I couldn't find them anyw...ere in Hayley'sroom, so the next stop was Kirsty's room. I quietly snuck out of Hayley'sroom, still dressed in my Minnie Mouse pyjamas, and grasped Kirsty's doorhandle. One simple twist and I was in... a simple twist. I turned the handleand pushed the door, it didn't budge one bit. I tried again, turning,twisting, pushing, turning the other way,. I guess they’re not used to the way that the white men eat yet, plus they don’t seem to care much for beef, they would rather have Buffalo, venison, or any other wild meat. So… looks like I need to go hunting. Do you want to come along?’ ‘Sure! Sounds better than hanging around here all day.’ Grandpa grinned. ‘They want me to bring Standing Bear with us, too. They say he needs to learn the ways of the forest and how to hunt. I thought he might be too young, but they were really insistent. Do. ‘It is a dog training collar actually, this size is normally used for larger breeds, German Shepard and the like’ he said calmly. ‘This is the remote’ he said holding up a small gray item about twice the size of her key remote. He continued ‘It has two buttons, one is a warning tone only.’ he pushed the button and the collar gave an unpleasant electronic squeal in her ears. ‘This is the correction button, it shocks you, this is an example of what happens when you are corrected.’ Robert pushed. " Yes that is a bit strange; you would think your grandmother would have wanted to keep in touch with her grandson. It sounds quite intriguing when you think about it. We should ask your mum and see if she feels like talking about it. I am sure something must have happened."Rebecca was right; there must have been some sort of rift. I wondered if it would hurt mum to talk about it. The more I thought about it, the more I felt I should broach the subject with her if it did not upset her too much..