Bearclaw Valley the black cat

and a rock he does become. Avicus lurches forward and pokes him a few times in the ribs with her paws, her snout, but to no avail. he has given up the fight, and she has become bored of it. she steps back from her brother and she, too, flops down into the dirt, rolling onto her back like a dead bug, legs aloft.

she falls asleep this way, dreaming of future mischief.