Bunnies

Out of the corner of his mismatched eyes, he could see a familiar leggy figure dash across the snow.  In moments, his brother had stolen his catch!  No fair!  Little Aeschylus would not have any of this!  Puffing out his chest, the snow-shark crawled out from his hiding place and began to tromp over to his brother.  "Wooh do yoo thinf yoo are, Baccy?"  In his mind, he looked pretty darn mean looking, teeth bared, ears pinned, chest puffed, tail sticking up...  but in reality, it was pretty underwhelming.  The boy didn't know.  Mismatched orbs watched in awe as the rabbit struggled, and he pawed at it meekly.  "Why yoo make it suffer mowre than it hass too?"  What good came from suffering?  If the boy could even come close to catching anything, he'd at least spare it the pain!  This wasn't fair for anything.

The strong always preyed on the weak -- why couldn't the weak ever stand up to it?!  "Baccy, that was my wittle hawnt.  The bunnies run off when I make too much noiwse.  Then yoo come and cawtch one!"  To add dramatic effect, he added a bit of pizazz to the beginning and ending words of each sentence, and acted it out. Bounding in place for the bunnies, giving little growls for noise, and bounding for Bacchus.  The little boy made a 'hmph!' noise and plopped down, puckering his bottom lip in disgust.

"Speech" 'Thoughts'