Bearclaw Valley my moon, oh my moon

The embrace was brief; the puffball backed up quickly enough after Mona praised him. His tail beat happily behind him, dispelling the last of the panic from his chest, as he looked over her ruddy face with shining eyes. "Was a good hiding spot, huh?" he asked, begging in that subtle way that children had for just a little more recognition. Every kid wanted tonnes of that, Lucas included.

Her proposal surprised him and he fixed her with a feigned suspicious squint as he asked, "y'gonna use magicks to fly and beat me?" There was no question of who would win a race between the two of them, magic or no. Even if he was fully grown as well, there would be no question. But he had to check, just to be sure, because he wasn't yet aware that being Roly Poly Lucas-oly wasn't the prime way to win an Olympic medal.