So why am I ten feet under and upside down

Unbeknownst to Mason that his father thought his dancing was something he should not be doing, he continued to frolic, as most young children did. Call it dancing or skipping, it was the same thing, and he had done it for most of his childhood inadvertently, simply because he was happy.

It wasn’t long, however, before he was tired. His father clearly picked up on the mood, as he nudged his son back towards June. Mason smiled and flopped down next to his sister, resting his paw against her back. Dad lay close by, his warmth spreading to tickle Mason’s fur. The boy smiled, and eased into slumber as only the innocent can.