Wheeling Gull Isle take a backseat, or play pharaoh.

Her screech is insufferable! Certainly louder than Judah ever has been! Batty ears collapse behind his little skull and he eyes her fearfully, at a complete loss for what to even think! She’d gobbled his treasure, she got what she deserves!

Juju cries! Not Ami or Papa or Simmy or Mal or Dinny or babies!
But Juju is big brother now. Teach.

Red milk trickles down from her lips and he watches as it slicks her gums. Hurt- he’d hurt her!

“Sissy?” he whines and shimmies forward, round eyes glazing in a new emotion- horrifying worry. He bathes her red lip with his tongue, and when that doesn’t work he carefully reaches for the remains of the golden beetle and presents it to her.

“Heeoh. Mine one. An yeouh one. Can be bwoth. Share.”

And if she ate it, well, he might not ever forgive her. But he’d still love her, he thinks.