Sun Mote Copse Dance-off, bro. Me and you.

When her prey stopped rather suddenly, Sugar nearly collided into him the way he had just knocked into Penn. She dug her little feet into the ground to brake to a stop, whirling to lunge at Elfie, capturing his tail in her mouth with a triumphant grumble. She chewed on it for all of three seconds before she realized the other two pups were looking at something. She absently spat out her cousin's tail and followed their line of sight, watching the end of Maia's slip-and-slide demonstration.

Just as abruptly, Elfie and Penn were now romping around in the slick wet grass, mimicking the grownup. Sugar just stood and stared for a moment, the sight suddenly striking her as hilariously absurd. Her tiny jaws split in a grin and the most cherubic laughter burst from her mouth. Without further ado, she sprang forward, trying to tackle Elfie and Penn simultaneously as she too fell to the slippery sedge, flopped onto her striped back and began writhing like a fish out of water.