Wheeling Gull Isle they're coming to take me away, ha-ha!

There came a batting at his muzzle, the fur of her toes tickling his nose and causing a sneeze. But then came back the grinning, ever eager to play. So when she backed off and bowed again, the boy made a quick scramble back up to his feet—tail wagging and butt wiggling, he clumsily tossed himself towards her.