Beckett likes to stand on top of Beast’s head when he can. He loves the height.

He picks fruit from more than 20ft off the ground.

“Tall!” He says with a triumphant smile.

He surveys the Sanctuary grounds, able to see clear across to the other side.


Beast walks beneath a big branch and he’s knocked off, falling facefirst into the mud.

*Beckett lands in mud* 

Beast:   SMALL!!