Sun Mote Copse Oh Heartland, Up Yours

He batted at his father's muzzle a few times with his little feet, a gurgling little giggle accompanying the husky smile that spread across his features as he did so. His Dad didn't even really seem to wince or notice that he was being smacked with all of Bronco's might- which of course, made him idolize his father's strength and size even more. Carefully, then, the little play-slaps ceased, and instead he started fishing, just gently at first, for his father's whiskers, strumming them the way one might run their fingers over nylon guitar strings. But of course, with everything, Bronco started gently at first, and then laughed- and then started flailing wildly as he more or less played a guitar solo with his father's whiskers. 

"Raaaaaaaaaaaaa-AAAAAAAA!" He articulated, his piercing voice jumping up a couple octaves with excitement as he fished at his father's whiskers, before he erupted into another fit of baby-giggles. He was stunned into silence and stillness as his father uttered a low, purling growl, causing the little boy's eyes to widen. "A-huh huh huh," He responded, a chortling sort of husky, belly laugh- before he did his best to imitate his dad, pulling his lips together. "Mrrrmrrrmrrmrrrrr," He imitated, his voice still much too high to manage a proper growl, but he did his best anyway. He fell silent again, expecting for his father to repeat the sound- monkey see, monkey do. His Dad's mouth was open- now what was he going to do with it next? 

Before Colt could do anything, though, Bronco squinted slightly, screwing up his little facial features for a moment- before he promptly seized and sneezed loudly, right into his Dad's open mouth. This, though, he thought was absolutely hilarious, and without an apology, began to guffaw with laughter.