Redhawk Caldera vivacity

It was going to happen. He was going to get him this time. He waited, waited, waited...He knew his father would scrunch up the bridge of his nose first, squint his eyes, and then his great, gaping jaws would open, revealing the funny thing hanging at the back of his throat and today was going to be the day he punched it good! The only problem was that he'd made a few attempts before, and his father lifted his head right before he yawned. Ponyboy missed, his claws ranked through the uneven fur of his Dad's chin, and he feigned innocence the moment he was spotted. 

He wriggled and pranced after his mother with glowing optimism. "We goin' swimmin' today?" he asked. "When're we gonna get breakfast? I'm hunnnnnngry!"