Sun Mote Copse i’m gonna pop some tags, only got $20 in my pocket

Now that he knew the location of her foreleg, Skipjack butted his head against it as he persistently cried, GIN!

His auntie didn’t disappoint him. Skip squealed when she felt the telltale pinch at his nape. He naturally relaxed his body so that he swung freely when she revolved. The lights and shadows swirled and he batted at them, giggling boyishly.

Too soon, Fennec set him down again. The bairn tried to jump to his feet only to weave to one side, his tummy doing a funny lurch as he stumbled and face-planted in the dirt. When he sat up a moment later, there was a puddle of vomit spreading beneath him and a bib of it down his little chest.