Sleepy Fox Hollow This love is gettin' kind of dangerous

i am nice! pippin huffed, puffing out his chest even as his legs started to wobble beneath him from all the running. his ears flicked back for a moment, bashful, then forward again with renewed energy.

but i’m so fast too. faster than fawns. faster than all of ‘em.

he gave a little sideways hop for emphasis—half canter, half skip—then looked up at her with shining eyes.

you think they’ll wanna race me for real, ma?

his tail swished, lifting with excitement. i’ll be polite... but not too polite. 'cause i still gotta win.