Wheeling Gull Isle i’ve got the magic in me

Oookay, so Juju didn’t wanna be persuaded. In fact, he downright cowered between them — him, and Dinah, who’d brought  a big ole plant Simmy couldn’t help but side glance with glimmering interest as she placed the frond between them.

Ooo! he said, and would have been keen to touch the soft looking leaf if he hadn’t been patting his little brother’s back, still trying to encourage him up, look Juju!

But Judah only wailed a great blubbering cry. Aah, maybe he should try a different tactic —

But he hadn’t a moment to even think of one when a rough shove shouldered him away. Simmy hadn’t been ready for the push. He lost his balance and staggered aside, paw over paw until he hit the ground with puff of dust.

He shook his head, ears flipping and flopping, and then glared up at Kai. His brother filled the space where Simeon had been trying to help. Who did he think he was? Couldn’t he see he’d been trying to help? What right did he have to muscle him away like that?

Simeon had half a mind to pick himself up and shove Malakai back, but he thought of Judah and Dinah and papa’s eyes upon them. So, with a huff, he scowled outside to Caracal and flopped himself down at papa’s paws with an ugly look on his face.