When Lilly bid to write, she wrote every word she didn 't mean. Her father had a pool table in 96, alone. The cat and her father gnawed at it 's leg come sundown each night. Lilly followed her fingers over fossils swallowed by wood varnish and found a tooth-etched acorn in the table leg. Bruno splashed dirt dust onto his behind and all that his behind owned. That is, the patchy grass and mush-mines, until his paws found a cave beneath the porch. Lilly took Bruno 's cave as home for her acorn and waited for it to grow through the planks and catch on the awning of the house.