Redhawk Caldera Michael Bolton, we're really gonna need you to focus up

EEEE!! he squealed as Towhee flipped him over, diving right in to tickle his very ticklish belly. He writhed in a strange mixture of anxiety and ecstasy, wriggling to and fro and coating himself in dirt, leaves and a bit of mud. 

Before long, he was filthy, the white bits of his coat thoroughly stained brown to match everything else.

Giggling, he struggled to his paws and tried to attack her feet again, even though he should have known by now it was a suicide mission. He pounced on the row of toes, biting a little harder this time, putting what milk teeth had come in to good use.