Tempo di imparare

The call from his dad was the only thing that distracted the boy from his adventure. Whatever sort of bit of leaves he held in his mouth were dropped, forgotten as he started running like a bullet over the grass. Stepping on random things, snake skin? Oh well! The boy would pause only for a moment, to itch some scratch that was plaguing him behind his left ear, before making the rest of his way to his father. Almost naturally the boy moved lightly over the grasses, carrying his weight with quite a bit of sound, but with practice could be taught to move more with stealth. The boy had already decided the plants that Starling liked he liked too, but he wanted to be able to run! Despite his... childish nature... {naturally, since he is a child} Shrike was considering what he wanted to be when he grew up.

Shrike would arrive out of breath, but tail wagging as he looked up to his dad. He was the first one here, but surely his sisters and brothers would be along! He would plop his rear oh so gracefully a loud thud. Tongue lolling out of his mouth the boy finally managed to get out his greeting. "Hiya dad!" Rest of the body would follow suit as he just went "fwomp" on the ground. He ran too fast. No, wrong, the world moved too slow under him. He was perfectly fine the way he was. He was perfect. The world just sucked.

"Speech!"
'Thoughts!'