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

BBbbzzz! The dragonfly took off when it realized it was being watched. Valtýr squealed with glee until he heard a noise behind him.

Plop. The sound of Larus in the grass was enough for Valtýr to refocus his gaze upon his chubby little brother. "Lala," he said with a big squeaking yawn, gummy little jaws spreading wide as he sucked in air. All this adventure had made him sleepy. He waddled over to his little brother and laid down besides him, completely oblivious that every action thus far had been Larus trying to get his older bro to shut up. Snuggling in for a nap, Valtýr coiled tight next to the fuzzy munchkin, stuffing his blunt face into the crook of Larus' neck.