Sleepy Fox Hollow Bruder

Still reeling from the pain in his ear, Anselm squirmed around on his back with his legs flailing. He was too uncoordinated to propose a planned attack: he wasn't even aware his hind leg had socked his brother's beermilk-belly either. Anselm was too busy trying to squirm right-side up with a concentrated frown.

He was still struggling on his back when a shadow crossed his face. His brother, readying up for round two. Anselm squawked with indignity as Emmerich's body accosted him, this time throwing up his little grubby paws in an attempt to divert Emmerich from a secondary ear piercing.