Qeya River if my grandmother had wheels, she would have been a bike

sparrow barreled through the bodies of his family, kicking @Rowyn, tail-smacking @Bryony and shoulder-shoving @Phoebe Aquilanera as if he were a division one contact footballer. either @Wren or @Silvertongue shouted at him to stop but this baby just kept on moving. 

he scurried his way to the entrance of the den before taking a mad dash to the left to escape the eyesight of watchful parents. the sound of footsteps hot on his trail sped up his wobbly sprint, and he gave a quick glance behind to see who was after him. 

unfortunately sparrow was still learning the controls to his limbs, and since there were no training wheels to attach to his hips, he took the inevitable fall face-first to eat a bite of dirt and stone. 

he recovered quickly enough, jumping up to spit blood and...oh look, a tooth, from his mouth. he let his tongue draw out to lick at his split lip before opening his mouth to feel the now gummy remains of where a newly acquired milk-tooth once was. 

the tooth fairy was arriving early for little sparrow.