Hahaha, have fun with him. XD Poor Denver.
Even though he understood the shouting and what the words meant, Elijah believed firmly that the man would follow him eventually. It wasn’t like he was asking much of him. Sometimes getting Odette to play with him was hard, but Elijah was stubborn in his own right, though in a much nicer way than his sister. Elvira wouldn’t have asked, she would have demanded; and if that didn’t work she would have sunk her sharp little teeth into the stranger’s foot to make him play.
Yet even as the man continued to yell, Elijah was oblivious to this. He bounded through the grass with awkward motions, nearly tumbling over his own feet several times. Things would have continued smoothly until that magical word was said. Mom wasn’t here, but she would be back soon no doubt. The threat she might even be mad at him, as she was often so mad at Elvira, was a shock to Elijah. Almost instantly the fun was over—he stumbled and fell and began to wail, terrified that his loving mother might in fact become mad at him for something so trivial.
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