Overture Downs more than could be chewed

Swift clenched his eyes and twitched as the stick nearly took him in the snout.

She spoke and his mouth gaped. He was absolutely going to protest. Suggest that he could eat the skull and wait for the snow to melt. Or tell her that his mother would find him soon enough. But he definitely couldn't tell her that, and the thought of looking so utterly uncool sent his thoughts scrambling.

Finding nothing to say in the end, the boy heaved a big sigh. Fiiiiine. He resigned, lurching forward to bite onto the stick.