Sun Mote Copse the frumious bandersnatch!

Niamh had begun to loosen her grip on Bronco, allowing him to wander a bit on his own- but he no longer felt as though going for a walk on his own was an act of rebellion. His mother had nearly walked his legs off while they’d been away on their trip, so he had less desire to simply escape. And when she said she was going to accompany him on this walk, he simply shrugged rather than protesting. She suggested the stream- and he was down with that.

By the time they got there, they weren’t alone. He recognized his uncle Elwood, whose leg was receiving all sorts of disgusting layers of mud and leaves by one of his kids. Niamh gave him a nudge, and went to lay down next to Elwood, enjoying the shade. Bronco eyed the dark-eyed pup with a sort of haughty skepticism. 

”What’re doin?” He asked, stepping into the water but keeping his distance. He, like any child, had differing opinions on getting muddy and playing in the dirt. He only wanted to, if he wanted to...And only if his Mom didn’t want him to.