Sun Mote Copse Weebles wobble

Yeah, this definitely wasn't working. Pox would've been content to continue trying for another hour, but when Crow stopped, so did he. "Damn basserds, we can' let 'em geddaway," the boy insisted heatedly, glaring at the space under the tree trunk. He turned and frowned when his brother suggested a new tactic--a frown that quickly turned into a look of horror as he took off to do the one thing that was forbidden in Pox's book: Ask Mom for help.

"N-no! Stop!" Pox called, but it was too late. His face twisted back into a frown as he pounded a paw against the ground and barked another "Damn!" into the air. He huffed as he turned back to the log and hurriedly went back to digging. Now it was a race against the clock. He had to get the mouse before his mom got here and did it for him. He hated it when grown ups did things for him. He wanted to do it himself, dangit!