Tooth and Claw, Hugs and Kisses

She would hear him giggle at her when she cried, but unknowingly would stop his game in its tracks. He wouldn't touch her, thank goodness, but she would hear his mean words as he called her names and stalked off. She would hear his paws take him away from her and as she opened her eyes she would no no fear of mud any more. The tiny girl would look at him, not feeling sorry a bit! He played too rough and always got dirt in her nice clean fur, why did he even think she'd ever be interested in playing with him? She'd never seen him so sad though, as she peered at him from across the den. "Well I'd play with you if you didn't always get me dirty, and pull my fur, and make me cry." She would huff as her bright blue eyes averted themselves from his tiny form.

"Speech"
'thoughts'