I feel around me and find a branch to sit on.

We are bound to find a big branch with enough room for all of us to sit on.

The hawk in me just wanted to find a nice branch with a view of an open field and take a rest.

Not far off he found a fallen branch the size of a small tree.

She found a broken branch and gave it to him to use as a walking stick.

He struggled to move and found a large branch across his stomach.

I found several broken branches and added them to my flames.

After crawling around for a while, he found a branch with a V at one end to put under his arm.

He found a high branch that would bear his weight and crawled out on it.

She found a long branch and used it as a lever to move heavy pieces.