Dragoncrest Cliffs Bluebells

Jean-Heron continued to toddle after the unfamiliar shape, but it moved backward faster than he could cover ground, his frustration growing with every lurch forward.

Thankfully, the tiny bull became distracted by a playful wind in the tall grass before a tantrum could rev his up crybaby engines. Which is good, since he'd received several noise complaints already and next would be a citation.