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

Oof Valtýr huffed as he was finally shoved off, landing into a springy pile of clover. At first, he was dazed... but suddenly, the young Sveijarn was infected with a fit of giggles. "Yayaaayayayaaa!," he screeched in rapture, so overwhelmingly pleased by the game they had just played. "Aayaaa," again he wanted, rolling onto his tummy to check if Larus was up for another round, blind to his sibling's complaints.

Suddenly, a dragonfly landed on a clover bloom... and the puppy's attention on the yellow-masked brother waned. "Wwoooowwoooooo," he crooned. The world was full of magic.