Stone Circle the wicker wolf

Swiftlet squawked as his mother bathed his puffy snout and eye. Nononono!

The dreaded bath time.

He protested and squirmed but his mother was winning this battle as she had numerous times before. One day he would win the war he figured, but today he tucked his tail between his legs and hoped she wouldn't take notice of just what a 'big boy' he had become.

I'm clean! I'm clean! But no, he wasn't, and his mother would go on grooming him until he was regardless of his constant insistence otherwise.

Fade here? :)
Danni - thanks for subjecting poor Inkeri to this brat!