Motek is delighted by the attention and attempts to crawl into Shrieky's lap, her wee stubby tail wagging. These two are the neediest animals, they need constant reassurance of devotion or they start dramatically wilting.
"... 3, 2, 1. Ready or not -"
Wolfgang always makes a big deal out of looking around - this is partially because Shrieky is awfully large and thus his pool of potential hiding spots is a lot smaller than it would be if they were both, say, six, but also because that's how you play the game, okay. He wanders around the downstairs of the house, stopping at windows, peering into cabinets big enough to hold a person.
He wanders out into the backyard and pauses there, hands on his hips, mouth pursed, thoughtful. He taps his chin. Motek starts straining because she can totally see her mommy from here.
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"... 3, 2, 1. Ready or not -"
Wolfgang always makes a big deal out of looking around - this is partially because Shrieky is awfully large and thus his pool of potential hiding spots is a lot smaller than it would be if they were both, say, six, but also because that's how you play the game, okay. He wanders around the downstairs of the house, stopping at windows, peering into cabinets big enough to hold a person.
He wanders out into the backyard and pauses there, hands on his hips, mouth pursed, thoughtful. He taps his chin. Motek starts straining because she can totally see her mommy from here.