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

breccan was a good brother; very in-tune with all the things that little aengus was asking for in his puppy pleading. the older boy breathed quickly in several puffs to the child’s face. the sturdy little bull pulled his head back and seemed to laugh in childish delight. he stretched his stubby limbs outward, hoping to feel around for what might have been causing this fun new game. it was too bad that he was blinder than a bat in his youthful stage, but that did little to temper the curiosity that bubbled up inside of him. he sought the button that would continue the game of air-blowing, and so he inched forward a little further and began to poke his nose around where breccan was.