Sleepy Fox Hollow Paradise does bleed

Cuffed roughly by his brother, Anselm aimed a light nip at Emmerich’s knee in response. He sulked briefly, redirecting his hopes of squashing Siku. Fine. He’d be only a little mean. Just a light sprinkling of bully. 

Emmerich spoke of Siku being soft. Anselm had no idea what this boy looked like, but in his mind’s eye he pictured cotton-clouds and malleable snow. Then an image of a bright, arcing stream of urine splattering across its soft surface. 

He grinned doggedly, keeping that thought to himself. Is he nice to Isa? Anselm was late to the news; he was already imagining the four of them up to shenanigans along the riverbank. His stomach growled as he thought of food, following eagerly after Emmerich.