Dragoncrest Cliffs got a soul so big, we were giants at the start of it

The young boy did not have any idea what had happened, but he was soaked with vomit and milk. His round head lifted in a wobbly way. Swordfish squealed like a spoiled piglet. His paws began to churn furiously in his youthful indignation. The soft kisses of his mother were fine, but this was far too moist for the boy’s taste. 

Swordfish squirmed, feeling his legs smack against odd shapes with no force. Another squeak from his lips. He’d filled himself up, but he was almost certain that he could eat more. Traumatic experience, getting showered in sibling vomit. Really worked up an appetite.