why were you digging, what did you bury?

The toddler almost made it to his feet before his crafty kidnapper shoved him over, her slanting brow finding its way to his stomach before he could even blink. A shocked growl passed through his parted lips as she bowled him over, and given he was a fat kid, he could only kick pitifully while failing to right himself.

"No fair!" he squealed breathlessly. He screwed his face up into a fierce scowl—his coat wasn't going to be clean anymore!—and rocked himself wildly. His stomach tilted side to side until finally, he managed to get his short legs under himself again. He shook his head, sending his large ears flopping, and rounded on Caiaphas... but there was a distinctly playful shine in his large, blue eyes. He couldn't help himself, even if he wanted nothing more than to tell her to bring him home.