Lost Creek Hollow great, i'd like your $8-est bottle of wine please

aengus couldn’t even come close to understanding the strange flurry of emotions that had possessed his mother. he was nowhere near as emotionally competent as she was, and he had experienced far less in his life than she had. if he had known better, the boy would have tried his best to ease the flash of sadness that had washed over her. he would have told her that there was nothing to worry about. as grown as he might have been able to be, she would always be his mother.
 
instead, he was way too fucking pleased with the rabbit that she had let him play with. her sweet coos fell on completely deaf ears, but if she couldn’t tell that he was pleased by the squeals of delight that filled their family den, nothing else would have given it away. the boy pressed his paws against the rabbit and pushed as hard as his nubbins could push.

hell yeah i'm a fan of rabbit, mom.