Mend this Burning Bridge

Unless he really deserved it huh? He would be stupid again!  Hey, he was trying to be sincere!  Rudy wasn’t gonna let Art get away with that.  Rudy’s eyes sparkled brightly as his brother splashed into the mud.  That was as good as it got!  He had a watchful eye on his brother, a smug grin on his face.  It had been a while since he’d gotten Art down and since he’d felt like this.

Art got up and Rudy felt his muscles tense as soon as the ‘by the way’ started but Art wasn’t foolish enough to talk a second longer and Rudy didn’t get to finish preparing for his brother’s attack.  Down the two of them went.  Rudy attempted to bite for the fur around one side of Art’s neck, not to try and fight so much as just trying to make sure his brother ended up on the ground also versus standing over him.  Well, it could be a fight but he just wanted the close contact at the moment, even if it was a muddy one.  “Aww Art,” Rudy threw in a bit of pained-sounding drama, “My coat!  Your mangy ol’ coat’s always dark but my coat looks way too nice to get all muddy like this.”  

Rudy sat up and dug a paw deeper in the mud before aiming a swat towards Art’s muzzle just in an attempt to smear the mud over it, “might as well make your face look better.”  There had been enough serious talk, and there would be more of it but, right now it was remind his brother as well as himself what it felt like to smile and laugh.  “Mmm, sorry Art.  Guess it would take a lot to make you look all that good.”

Rudyard Carpathius