Sleepy Fox Hollow Bruder

Anselm was definitely baby. Big, rolly polly, squishy jello-legged baby. And this baby, having experienced his first lick of pain, wanted nothing to do with it.

Even if it came from the stinky face of his dingly brother.

Anselm kept backing up, eyes on Emmerich as he continued to advance. Unfortunately for Anselm, coordinating two sets of legs was still a rather novel concept for him -- and arranging them to go backwards in tandem may well have been the field of metaphysics.

He fell with a thump, tripping on his own back legs. Emmerich loomed over him like a specter, leaving Anselm no choice but to bring out the big guns -- a plaintive wail that unmistakably signaled MAAAAAAWM!! EMMERICH IS BEING MEAN TO ME!