Swiftcurrent Creek there's a rumm-bly in my tumm-bly

There was only so much bum that Larus could tolerate (re: none). His brother's rear end was hardly fascinating, but at least it didn't smell too pungent. The boy continued to squirm; however, regardless of how pudgy his own figure was, he just wasn't strong enough or capable enough to bowl Valtyr over. He mewled and croaked with childish indignation, hoping that sounding his defeat would make his brother stop. Where was mummy? Where was daddy? Why couldn't anyone hear him! "OooooOOOoo!" He gurgled, the sound transitioning in to a squeal-howl. Then with a thrust of his legs (rather well choreographed in that instant) he attempted to vault his sibling away from him. Whether this was successful or not, Larus wanted to roll out from under the dominating presence of his brother — something that wouldn't be possible even when he reached adulthood, not that he knew it now.