Lost Creek Hollow Don't you lie, your cheeks are blushing red.

He was a sly one; he moved with the bumbling ineptitude of youth but Ibis wasn't much different in her lack of grace, and soon he had zeroed-in on one of her limbs and grappled with it. The girl laughed lightly as her limb was compromised, and the sound grew as the boy rolled and tussled against the limb. Ibis ducked low as he sprawled on his side and then his back, poking at his plush belly with her nose while playfully, lightly, pretending to grab at him with her wide-open mouth, all in jest.