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

The boy began to laugh—what a glorious sound! It brought a big smile to her own face and some giggles, but those arrested when she noticed his laughter transform. His little hiccups were a sight to behold; not as abrasive as the loud and pitch-imprefect laughter, but curious.

His little hops made Ibis draw back a half-step (thinking she had broken him somehow), but when she recognized the little belches as innocuous breaths of air caught in his chest, she relaxed and dove close for more play. At this point the boy managed to grab her snout; still hopping to his own beat, but eager to keep playing.

Oh! Yeh goh meh! Ibis murmured around his grasp, sounding more cartoonish.