Stone Circle It's only a lifetime, that's only a while

Grass and dirt rained on him as he kept up the act, refusing to move even while bits and pieces tickled his ears. His head was empty of particular motive or specific goal, and he might have remained there indefinitely. But in mere moments he found himself bored and growing winded from trying to suck air through the earth itself.

With an undignified and loud snort, Swift swept up onto his feet and shot his mother and sibling a glare. But a long blade of grass balanced across his crinkled snout, drawing his blue eyes as it teetered and tottered. His focus shifted. In a flash, he tossed his muzzle and snatched it and, feeling quite proud of this accomplishment, began to parade his prize around his family.

He peacocked around them, head high and tail up, giving them cocksure sidelong glances as if to say, oh yeah?

Whatever game he thought he had won was anyone's guess.