twig

Penelope gave a slow spin to the makeshift globe she had fashioned out of a roundish potato and a long birch twig that had been whittled to a point.

Penelope’s family tree was scarcely more than a twig.

As if someone were trying, and failing, to walk quietly on the twigs and leaves of the forest floor.

But the rustle and crunch of breaking twigs was caused by Simon.

“I know exactly how to weave together grasses and twigs. It will be my gift to you, to celebrate your union.”