Coolhwip

As another visitor came in, there was a funny-sounding yelp and some scrambling.  Looking about, the little boy found his brother lying on his back.  With what stubby little claws the boy had, he pranced toward the slate blue boy.  The first thing he noticed...  was that he had a growth spurt.  "Tibby, why yoo 'nd Baccy so bif?  Mammy and Dads won't be anywhere near how bwig you are when we big woofs!"  It was more of a curious question than a snooty remark at something none of the youngsters could control.  Cocking his head to one side, he clambered up to his brother.  "Just twying to find someth'n I'm goo at!"  For a moment, the boy considered what position his brother was in, and used his legs to step over the slate blue belly.  Once he had made it soundly over, he plopped right now.  "Nice 'n floofie."

Okay, that was a lie.  He was bony!  All of them were kind of skin and bones right now, but this brother definitely didn't seem to have gotten the hang of getting bigger the right way.  Mama was nowhere near this bony!  "Nevermiwnd!"  Scrambling fiercely, the boy tittered off quietly, humming again.  "Watchew doing Tibby?"

"Speech" 'Thoughts'