Ocean's Breath Plateau Don't tell Dad the babysitter's dead

He wagged his tail and Towhee smirked, muttering, Knew it.

Perhaps the playful sparkle in her eye coaxed him closer. Towhee remained motionless as Rolayne approached, going in for a headbutt.

No, please don’t beat me again! she protested weakly.

She felt the stick drop in between them, its ends poking the insides of her outstretched forelegs. Towhee let out a loud, theatrical sigh of relief, only to shout in faux horror as Rolayne pounced toward her neck.

Ahhh! Towhee cried out even as she scooped his body between her forelegs, pulling him against her chest as she rolled onto her back. Help! I’m being murdled in cold blood!