Lost Creek Hollow plus, he didn't even lick any of our eyeballs

yeah, aengus might have been a small ball of lard, but he was a pretty tough small ball of lard. he could take a tumble or two without really being phased by it. there was a high chance that he was missing a few of the brain cells that helped him to avoid being hurt all the time. he really didn't need those, right? he would do just fine on his own. the world of was his oyster and he was ready to take what he could from it.

the praise fell on his deaf ears, but it was the hot breath of air that really tickled his fancy. the small bull lifted his wobbly head upward and squealed in delight at the feeling. had his parents really blown in his face before? most likely not. his mother had been hawkish in his short lifetime. it seemed that she was always peering over his shoulder with those judgmental eyes of hers... he wouldn't get to know the real mom stare-down until he was much older and far more capable of causing real trouble.

hoping to illicit the same feeling, aengus poked his nose around in front of him and let out a series of soft whines. surely, his cute ass noises would cause the air to come back, right?