Broken Antler Fen Yeah, I'm pretty chubby; but in the best way

His fat little body was swiftly pulled off the ground and Benjamin kicked around - sending his rolls flailing everywhere. He slapped with his paws and shook his head again and again. He didn't want to go back to the bird! He could already imagine the nightmares that the sight of the bird would bring that night. Sleeping was nice, and he didn't want to lose his little sanctuary in his mind.

No! He said as he was put down again and the lecture of his father began. I like birds! I like 'em flying! He then yelled, hopefully clearing things up for Seb. The rest he ignored - stubborn was the way any Rochester would do it, right?