Hoshor Plains run rabbit run

Everyone knew that Titmouse was a bit dim, but this event was shaping up to be something else altogether, and his stupidity clearly knew no bounds. Up went the beryl - briefly it would shine - and down it would come, caught expertly in the boy's mouth. He managed a few of these before the sound of something big and mean and pissed off came crashing across the landscape. It was just in time for Titmouse to try and catch the shining stone, but he was surprised by the sound and turned his head to look (rather than turn his ears like a smart person); the rock struck him right on the dome (again) and he barely had time to wince before — well —

The big thing was right there rising like a mountain in front of him, standing tall and broad and murderous, and all that Titmouse could do was stare. His ears went back. His eyes went so big they practically bulged out of his head. He sucked back a sharp breath of surprise and felt the soil turn to mud beneath his little body - and then the bear was swinging, and all he could do was watch. It all happened too fast - he could only hope someone was there to help him, but at this junction not even that thought ran through his vapid little brain.