Sun Mote Copse a hundred thousand colours

During his chase after the foolish lump, he watched it stop and seem to understand that the brightness was not good. He slowed and issued a contented huff, watching with squinted eyes as she turned to look back at him. He attempted to give a haughty look, one that might say I told you so if that were a phrase he understood. 

The other lump issued a coo and began to wiggle furiously back towards him. For a moment he basked in this new feeling that rose within him, a feeling of being right. And then suddenly he realized the other lump had no intention of stopping. He cried his protest and pushed his paws out towards the thing, though admittedly his depth perception was awful. His tried to push it's face away, flailing before himself as best he could. Should he succeed in touching it he would attempt to climb it and rest on it to prove the further foolishness of attacking such a dignified being as himself.