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

while his mother may have blocked his only means of chasing tail at such a young age, she had provided him with something much greater. the rabbit was about the grandest adventure he could have asked for at such a young age. the dark boy wiggled over top of it and buried his nose into the plush fur that lined the animal's back. he wondered if he would have been able to drink from this creature too, though he knew it was not his mother. opening his mouth, aengus gummed at the rabbit for a moment before he realized that there was nothing substantial happening with it. then, he turned his little head and squeaked for his mother. he missed her warmth and he missed the food she had provided him. it was in this moment that she had moved to tickle his face with the rabbit's ear. he felt the soft tickle of hair on his snoot and sneezed the loudest sneeze that a child could have possibly made. he then reared his head back and opened his mouth, but no sound came out. in his mind, he was roaring like a mighty lion.