Lost Creek Hollow bingpot!

the boy's ability to hear was still not the best thing in the world. he could pick up on some sounds, but he was not so keen that he could listen to the earth and tell when strangers were approaching. it was likely that he would never really get to that point. he would find his interests in other subjects – things that required far less of an attention span. in spite of all of this, aengus could still hear his sister squalling like a dejected dumpster baby. he wasn't sure how to make it stop or keep going. all the bull knew was that the grey blob in front of him was making that sound and he wanted in on it. so, the boy wobbled forward and attempted to cram his feet into his sister's mouth. take that, foghorn eshe.