Sun Mote Copse two little frogs

He felt a moment’s despair at his failure, though Skip quickly overcame it. Spinning so quickly he nearly lost his balance, the boy went rigid to hone in on the sound of the haunch swinging in the air. His little ears moved like little satellite dishes.

WHEE! he echoed da, seconds before leaping forward and swinging a paw.

He nearly missed again, though he felt the telltale sensation of fur brushing against his foreleg. Skipjack quickly seized on this opportunity, both forelegs thrusting out to grasp at the piece of flesh and fur he couldn’t see. He most certainly felt it as he hung onto it, now evoking Tarzan swinging on a vine.