twist…twist…twist…. each turn of the key is followed by the monotonous ric-tictic of gears contained within the frogs little body. their own squat low to place the frog down on the shop’s floor. one of the tough rubber shapes clenched tight between strong jaws. biting down with wide eyes as the

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small paws are extended UP quickly. grabbing at the shapes to inspect them closer. scooting to face dad better. removing the piece of leather, mangled and wet, to give in an exchange for the better items. placing the feather shape that had caught their eye between vicious teeth first.

… caught. holding the mangled piece of leather between teeth. hiding their prize. can’t be taken away if dad doesn’t know it’s there. right?

happily chewing on the piece of leather they nipped off with. sat right under a table to hide while they’re gnawing on the new toy. face scrunched up in wild contortions to accommodate the actions.

picking up a piece of leather from the project Dad was working on. it goes right in the mouth to be chewed on. hurrying away before being noticed and the item is taken away.

!

pulling at Sil’s pocket. confused staring?

little paws dangling. swinging free at the barstool of Big Dads counter. their personal collection of cookies and chocolates piled high. paw wrapped securely around the bottle of juice. other arm resting as a barrier.

the shirt pouch is pulled closed only when they feel the hand rest on a shoulder. eyes turned up, innocent and wide. ready to deny any accusations of theft until another cookie- and juice!! is added to the spoils. both which earn a delighted squeal as the little beast runs off.

while big dad is distracted. there’s a chair being pushed up against a counter and a counter surfer on the climb. picking their share of sweets before descending the chair. baked goods kept in the pouch of their shirt that was folded up to hold their spoils.

frogs! ! ! a silent gasp and excited little paw taps. chasing the leaping mechanisms through puddles as the little cub went. kneeling to wind up any that had run out of steam and set them back again. they looked just like the one Blue had! . . . one frog is pocketed to take home. one for dad.

tiny fist to paw. will go for the knees if dad can't have hims coffee....

quiet staring . . . very determined stompy steps towards Vander. . . taptaptaptap at his ear. staring.

grrr...

sitting on the big dads chest. little paws on either side of Vanders neck. laid back so their face isn’t near his. they don’t want coughed on (even if they would and do cough on their dad anyway.) one little foot turned to tap against dads cheek a few times. his breathing changed. awake?

gently gnawing on their own paw generally centered on their claws, sat next to a warm stove. zoned out. tail tapping soft against the ground.

kicking, swinging little paws. they got a share of spaghetti and meatballs of course. and may or may not be favoring the savory little meats.

little ‘help’ from the itti bitti menace.

/ big nodding! / / another thumbs up. /

/ pat pat pat pat- little paws racing forward, fast as they can hustle over / / a little jump to reach for a high five. / / and taking a step back. nod. /