Sun Mote Copse i'll keep them still

Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. And yes. At this stage Elfie was on his way to master the spoken language. He understood more or less all, what Eljay was telling him, guessing the rest and naturally assuming that his doting and devoted dad could do no wrong and was the coolest guy ever, when it came to games and playing. Therefore the decision to agree with everything came pretty easy.

But food first. Of course.

The boy sat down and in the beginning waited patiently for Eljay to finish chewing. But his patience wore thin pretty quickly, he sprang to his feet and balancing on his hind-legs, placed the forepaws against his father's shoulder. He had extended the neck as far as possible and his nose was sniffing greedily. "Oy-youuuu," he whined a "hurry up!".