Sun Mote Copse two little frogs

He listened attentively to grandma’s story, even though he could hardly comprehend a word of it. Skipjack enjoyed her distinct voice. It soothed him more than any other. It really didn’t matter what she was saying.

But the instant he heard his da’s familiar brogue, he hopped up to greet Njord. He writhed up to his father, jumping up to kiss his chin with impressive precision considering his visual impairment.

Although he couldn’t see what the Laird had brought, Skip could certainly smell it. One little paw brushed the slain rabbit and his attention quickly shifted to it to examining it with the senses he did possess. He was quite taken with the tuft of downy soft fur he discovered.