Arrow Lake kleine vögel

He reached with a paw for his sibling's stomach as she began to flail around, attempting to cup his toes against her in the same manner he had Aure's and Vercingetorix's noses so he might push her away. If this wasn't the toughest reality Dragomir had ever experienced, then he didn't know what was. He would much rather be fighting off space invaders or swimming through the microcosm as a unicellular sporozoan than being kicked repeatedly by his bowel-weak relative.

Speaking of which, it seemed Dragomir was the superior when it came to bodily control. Sure, his bladder loosened without his bidding at all hours of the day, but at least it wasn't as bad as Isi's seemingly disagreeable guts. His bowel movements were quite regular, occurring frequently after meals and in the middle of the night. He piddled as his sister assaulted his few senses, but didn't halt his efforts to shove her grossness away from him.