Seaside Moors Broken Lungs

Her technique might've worked, if only for a few moments. She straddled the stick with her backside turned toward her mother who she trusted, of course. But a lesson was to be learned, and when she felt the stick begin to pull backwards, she was jolted forwards and bonked her nose on the ground. She clamped her little legs around the stick, but with another pull she was ousted, and did a somersault straight off the stick, over her shoulders and ended up sitting back on her plump hindquarters, somewhat dizzy. 

Something hitched in her breath as she swayed gently, and craned her head to look back over her shoulder at her mother who swayed too, with the rest of her surroundings. Whatever it was she'd just done, it was fun! She bounced to her feet, and forgot about the stick- the next task she had was to figure out exactly how she'd done that somersault again- so she flopped softly on the ground over and over, sometimes making it all the way up onto one shoulder before her hind end would flop to the side. 

Hopeful she might get a bit of help, Chacal stood with the crown of her head on the ground so she could peer through her hind legs at her mother. She lowered her front end and wriggled her tail a bit- inviting her to come and give her a push so she could do a somersault again.