Kintla Flatlands The fall of the dream machine

Totally fine with me!

Although he was a yearling, he was much smaller than most. He got his tiny size from his mother’s side of the family. Though he wasn’t nearly as small as his grandmother, Fayre, had been, he was barely the same size as his mother, Phoebe. It was because of his tiny size that his siblings picked on his without mercy, all except Cyrus. He was the only one that didn’t pick on him and did what he could to stick up for him, taking care of their siblings when they drove Hamied to the point of tears… which was more often than not, unfortunately. Because of being picked on so much, he had easily become a momma’s boy. It was still hard, sometimes, being away from his mother but he was managing, though he could definitely stand to gain some much needed weight because he was a little too thin. "I’m gonna try to," he responded to the question suddenly being asked of him without removing his mismatched eyes from the raccoon that he was stalking. At first he didn’t recognize the voice because he was far too focused on the raccoon that would very likely kick his tiny butt if he tried to take it on all by himself, but he had his mother’s stubbornness and was going to give it a try. It wasn’t until she said his name that he yanked his mismatched gaze from the raccoon. His eyes went wide and his tail began to wave like crazy. "Auntie Koontz!" The boy shoved forward, bounding toward her, quickly closing the small distance that had been between them. "I didn’t know you were here! Mommy had said you'd gone but didn't know where."