Sun Mote Copse the frumious bandersnatch!

When posed a question that Bronco couldn't quite answer, he shrugged one of his shoulders, and then dipped into a play-bow. "Ya just know," He said, wriggling his bottom from side to side, tail waving from side to side, the tip slightly curled. "I'm not weak. 'Re you?" He asked with a playful challenge in his voice, hovering his chin just above the water's surface for a moment. He bounded to one side and bowed down again, and then bounded back, dipping his front end down yet again in another open invitation to playfight. But as dictated by some unspoken code, he wouldn't pounce unless she accepted the invite. His Mom had schooled him on more than on occasion when he'd ignored the fact that no playfight was to happen unless both parties agreed- so fortunately for Sugar, he held back, waiting for her response rather than simply leaping at her in an attempt to pin her down.