Verdigris Ravine skeleton

His paws met nothing, and the hot wind continued, crawling across his belly like the brush of some unwelcomed tail, tickling him where he ought not be touched, if only because it made him squirm and curl in on himself, helpless against the rush of squeals that overtook him - laughter edged with the indignant cry to cut it out.

Dad could breath on him later! The Cavetreader tried everything to remember what he had been dreaming of, but could only grasp the sensation of something aglow against the back of his neck. Everything else grew fuzzy at the edges, indistinguishable from the pulsing dark he lived with in the waking world.

Gee, thanks a lot, dad.