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

Man, she was a good sport. Her toes wriggled like tiny bugs in his mouth, and he spat her away with a delighted giggle-shriek and rolled over, waggling his paws.

He kinda wanted her to go for the tummy tickle again. It felt good, but not? 

Oh-ee, Killdeer crooned, gazing up at her, then stuck out his tongue. Buttz. 

OMG! He had gotten it right! If only Caracal was here to witness his great triumph. Heeee, he breathed, then went on, Buttz buttz bussz butts bussz buttz. . .