Every little bit counts

There was a lot going on for the little Viking boy. His mother was crying sometimes, and he didn’t know what to do, and it was usually when his dad wasn’t around, and they bothered him even more. Because after all his dad was the protector, he was supposed to take care of mom, but he didn’t. Granted his dad probably didn’t know about his mother’s moments. Now that they had begun to move, his mother was a little bit better now.

He charged across the ground his small pudgy legs going as quick as he could make them. He wanted to play, he wasn’t sure where his brother and sister were, but he wanted one of them or someone really to come play! As he rambled across the ground his nose to the ground, he saw a caterpillar. Bending even further to the ground he looked at it and chased after it, as it crawled across the ground.