Back in my day...

Thyrus had caught a frog!  Once caught he’d played with it, much to the frog's displeasure.  Mostly he’d hit it from one way to another, watching as it tried to escape.  He’d tried to bite it but the frog was better at avoiding his mouth.  Once he’d grabbed the frog though, trapped between his paws he was able to bite it.  Or would be, when he heard grandmother calling.  He raised his head, listening to the howl, recalling they’d been told to expect this.  The frog was between his paws, the target ready to be bit and toyed with more.  

A moment passed of indecision.  He could play another minute or two and show up a little late, right?  He ended up letting the frog go, “Lucky,” Thyrus informed the frog as it leaped back to the lake.  Thyrus watched its retreat then ran towards the call.  As he drew closer he slowed to a walk, not wanting to look rushed.  

“Gramma!” His change changed once he was a few feet away as he ran over to her chest, hopping up on his hind legs to nip at her neck fur affectionately before walking over to lie down closer to his bigger brother.   Thyrus lay down on the cushion, stood back up, and started trying to reshape the pillow, twisting one edge over itself for his head.  Once finished he lay down on the cushion, head on the propped-up part, legs sprawled out behind.  Despite looking quite cozy his eyes were bright and alert.

"Thyrus Mendacium"