Sun Mote Copse two little frogs

He paid little attention to his father and his sister for the moment, focused on his new finding. The soft furs tickled his nose, bringing about a few token sneezes. Skipjack then did what any baby would do in his situation, sighted or not: he put it in his mouth.

Now that soft thatch tickled the roof of his mouth! The bairn wriggled at the sensation, though his saliva quickly relieved it. He munched on the downy texture for a moment before deciding it didn’t do much for him. He spat it out, now bedraggled and soaked in baby spit.

Da! he declared then, for no particular reason than because Skip wanted to.