Lost Creek Hollow you’re a fireman, you should know how to treat that burn

small? excuse you, bitch – aengus was far from small. he was rotund and ready to rumble. sure, he might not have been able to stand up straight on his own. he couldn’t see, right, so that was a small setback. also, sometimes he ate too much to be able to even wiggle in a straight line. none of that mattered! he was large and in charge, and there was nothing about him that was small.
 
while he wasn’t a mind-reader, and he had no idea that there was a stranger who had politely decided to drop in and check on his mother, aengus could feel that something was amiss. he wiggled a little before scooting himself around and lifting a shaky head upward to look at the complete darkness of his blind eyes. the child squeaked loudly and wiggled forward a few inches.