Flowers for Mumma

He felt the lob that was chucked in his direction hit his back. He squealed at the sensation of liquid sick running down his legs. He tried to run faster, and tumbled face first into the grass. Haiku caught up with him of course, as he tried to find his sea legs. When his brother approached, he gave up with standing.

Instead, he dived across at his brother, aiming to tangle himself in his brother's legs. If he also managed to smear the sick down his legs across his brothers fur, then that would only be a further win. He was almost immune to the smell now, and his stomach had begun to settle. It was just one more ludicrous game in the boy reservoir.