He had been stalking one of the bigger of these weird, new flat-faces for a while now. A whole five minutes maybe! But when he rushed up to take them out at the knees…he realized just how…huge…they were. Marsh stumbled to a halt, tail curling under his legs a little before he puffed out his chest, making him look maybe a tiny bit bigger than he did before.
“<I wanna touch yer feathers! Please?>” he barked out, swishing his tail impatiently behind him before hopping in place, stiff-legged and making grabby hands at the long reddish feathers laying over the big one’s head and shoulders, even on their face! If they didn’t let him touch, he’d take back his truce and go for the knees. He’d be able to reach if they’d just get down here.
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