Broken Boulder potatoes

The day in which Sam would rebuke his mother's affection was perhaps closer than Olive would have liked.  It lingered somewhere in the near distance, like the sun about to break o'er the horizon.  But for the doting forest-druid, that day was not today.  He turned his round, merry face to meet the soft green gaze of his mother and smiled.

Any other parent would likely be disappointed in him.  Séamus was, if you will, a short and round fellow with a kind (but rather dull) countenance.  Even for a pup he had abnormally large paws, and as an adult he would not grow into them.  His only saving grace was that his heart rivaled the great size of his feet and he was full of conviction unlike that of any other.

Mam! he cried as he threw his short, stocky limbs about, Why, I can't get up these-here rocks!