Flowers for Mumma

Senryu watched the spinning earth with great interest. The way the hills and skies rolled. The way Haiku’s features rolled, and rolled, and rolled. Everything was rolling. Apparently, once you started, you didn’t stop again.

Ru looked over at the puke, and up at Ku, then back at the puke. He twitched. No. No. throwing puke at your brother wasn’t good behaviour. He was sure that was something that would get them into trouble. Big trouble. Bad idea.
Don’t do it.

He scooped up a pile of their shared sick, and lobbed it at his brother. He was already running, back up the hill where they had come from. Or at least. He was trying to. He was stumbling, and falling over. He couldn’t seem to remember how to use his legs, and the world kept moving. Was he actually going up?