Stone Circle Food for thought

As the boy gnawed on the carcass, withdrawn into his own world of bliss, he was unaware of his brother fastly approaching. And before he knew it, the toy was being tugged away much to his disliking.

Standing, he stared at his brother in awe before his face puffed and he let out a sharp growl whine. He was not able to let loose a loud one from how small he was, but hoped he got his point across. That was HIS! He got there FIRST! And he didnt want to share with anyone else.

Stepping forward, Clay rushed at his brother and was quick to topple him over with a loud screeching and a pile of dust rising around them. He didn't know how to fight, but was adamant on gripping onto the easiest thing possible. Ears. His brother's ears. As they rolled among the ground and pushed eachother over, what once was out of anger slowly regressed into play fighting, and the boy forgot all about the hare.