Stone Circle forever on the dancefloor

Charles was the very last to notice the towering form of the adult. He had been so busy digging and chewing at the root, but it just didn't seem to come loose. There wasn't much of it left -- he almost had it, he really did! -- but it was the last bit that was the most tenacious, the hardest. Butt wiggled as he chewed and then fell backward with an oof. Charles shook his head and looked up straight at the adult who said something to him.

The child blinked as he looked up at the adult, not understanding the words entirely. None of the words were his name or anywhere near it, which was quick to whisk Charles' attention back to the root; as he saw it from the corner of his eye, his great nemesis, the boy turned back towards it to wrap his teeth round it and pull out the last bit, hopefully.