[ Yachiru works really, really hard to pull on the wood, even when it scrapes her palms raw and the blood makes things a little slippery. She doesn't like it, not one bit, but she's gotta keep trying, because she's not as strong as she used to be back in Soul Society. She pulls and pulls and pulls and piece by piece, even with the muscles of her small arms straining and burning, she manages to make a small hole so she can see into it.

A little boy with brown hair and green eyes is crying. He's lying on his tummy and there's a piece of wood across him. ]

Doggy! I don't think he can move! I'm gonna go down there and get the wood off, kay?