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Bronco's gaze strayed to Towhee and Meerkat emphatically shook that little fist, impatient to recapture his attention. He didn't leave her hanging long, cottoning onto her unspoken question and making a brief series of signs that absolutely delighted the little girl. -Bronco!- she imitated, quite enthusiastic in particular about pawing at the ground. "BUNCO!" she remembered to shout a beat later before lapsing into silently repeating his name sign over and over again.

Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how you looked at it, Meerkat had the extremely short attention span of the very young. She soon dropped Bronco's name altogether and, yet again, her attention shifted back to the pheasant. She thrust her pale face into the mess of feathers once more, enjoying the soft, ticklish sensations as well as the mouthwatering odor that swamped her nose. It was only a matter of time before she took to gnawing on it, her mouth quickly filling with bits of downy fluff that clung to her tongue.