Nova Peak brother you are comfy

His wriggling finally succeeded in dislodging the lump from his back. Triumphantly, Whit lifted his head from the ground, his jaws opened wide like a lion roaring to his kingdom. All that actually came from his throat was a squeaky little belch that for once, did not come with a flood of his mother's milk. Feeling pleased with himself, he squirmed about towards his brother, just in time to receive a nice kick in the ribs. Whit squeaked indignantly at jab, continuing to squirm in an attempt to face his offender.

Just in the middle of his movements, the pudgy little boy stopped - his face suddenly quite mellow as a little purr escaped his chest. The pause lasted for only a few seconds before Whit was at it again, jaws opened wide as he searched for his brother, completely unaware that he was now squirming about in his own little puddle of peepee.