Cricket Creek Bog dude, that story can go anywhere.

Pox made quite the spectacle of himself in his pursuit of the rabbit. Sugar could only watch helplessly as the frightened prey skittered away while her brother ate dirt—or, rather, mud. Part of her wanted to laugh at the ridiculous display, though Sugar bit her tongue. Unlocking her frozen limbs, she moved toward him, bending over his prone form.

"Are you okay?" she asked. She was able to keep her voice even, though her black eyes danced in amusement. She wondered if Pox would find it funny too (at which point, she'd permit herself to laugh) or if he might get bent out of shape about the whole fiasco.