Swiftcurrent Creek A fart is just a turd honking for the right of way

For just a moment, it seemed the three brothers would settle back down and go back to sleep (or whatever puppies did when they were just lying there). Relonikiv felt quite comfortable and content in his current position. The slow rise and fall of Julius's small flank threw him back to his comfortable stay in their mother's womb, when they had free-floated with the beat of her heart always in the background.

Trajan disrupted his peaceful reminiscing with a sound smack to the butt. The litter's youngest member was not prone to crying or other outbursts, so what popped out of his mouth instead was a surprised, Ooo! He then kicked his back feet, his tiny paws digging into his elder brother's ribs. Because Relonikiv was so much smaller, it probably felt like a massage more than anything and the force of it pressed the smallest puppy away from Trajan and further on top of Julius.

In fact, he was soon out of Trajan's reach altogether. Relonikiv sensed that he might fall, so he quickly curled into a ball atop Julius. He looked like a tiny kitten perched on a mound of snow. Unless Julius minded the small bit of added weight on his back, Relonikiv could easily fall asleep up here, especially considering the new and improved sensation of his entire body, not just his head, rising up and down with his brother's breath.

He had entirely forgotten the original reason for the unrest in the den. It only came back to him now, in the form of another smelly fart. Only this time, it wasn't just air that came shooting out of Relonikiv's little bottom. A spray of brown liquid burst out of him at such a high speed that much of it overshot Julius, painting the stone floor beyond him. Some of it dribbled out of his tiny bum, though, temporarily staining poor Julius's virgin white coat...