Sun Mote Copse the frumious bandersnatch!

Bronco looked over at Elwood with an expression that probably would have rivalled the Rock's raised eyebrow look when Sugar Glider mentioned a dragon. "Whut?" He asked percussively, shifting his look to his Mom who snorted with laughter at the look on her son's face. She leaned toward Elwood and whispered "He gets that look from his father," which caused Bronco to stiffen slightly and lift his chin. Mom was lame. This made him sour. He shifted his attention back to Sugar, who seemed to insist that the mud would help make things feel better. He glanced to his mom, before he plonked his hindquarters down in the water. 

"Ma said mud makes things get infuckted." He commented skeptically, eyeing Elwood's leg. "Infected" corrected Niamh, though not without a quilty laugh, and he simply shrugged. Same thing. He didn't know what a dragon was, or really what it was to be burnt- but from what he'd been told, making a wound muddy meant it'd get worse. He gave Sugar a somewhat hairy look, and shrugged. "Infuckshins kill you."