Sun Mote Copse two little frogs

Now his attention shifted to his father and sister, ears quivering as he listened to their exchange. Njord’s brogue was second only to Towhee’s droll tone. Skip wiggled happily, tail whipping back and forth.

Dock! he exclaimed, wanting to be part of the conversation, adding something that was more of a sound than a word: Rrrrr!

He didn’t notice when his da pinched the haunch in his teeth and made it bounce, at least until he sensed a flutter in the air. The little bairn went still, nose twitching, and then blindly charged where he sensed movement. He missed entirely, like a toreador’s red cape eluding a bull.