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

already they were so big! silvertongue snickered problematically when their most boisterous son careened out of the den only to undergo a massive spill. "la tierra te quitó el diente, muchacho!" she called, moving in her unique gait to the child's side. "esta bien, roywn!" smoothing both boys with a kiss, she gestured for poor sparrow to tilt his head back. "se fue," she told him, "but maybe you want to keep it? look. i think it fell."