"See Sammy? Now THIS is science. Wheeee...
It's called... graphit. Mhh nu... graffity!"
A next minute or so was just filled with laughter, high pitched, youthful squealing noises, a mattress crying out for mercy and a soft crinkle as Sascha just bounced up and down on his bed.
Then the little bear hybrid finally flopped down on his awesome Sapce-themed, purple bedsheets and blanket, panting and still giggling.
His plushie lynx Sammy seemed to have enjoy the bouncy ride as well.
"Yes, you're right, Sammy" Sascha nodded at his companion who looked like he wanted to tell something. "Graffity wasn't the right word. I fink it's .. g..gra...gravity."
He nuzzled up to Sammy.
"Isn't science fun?"
Who didn't do this as a child? I surely know that I did. ^.^
Got me in trouble sometimes when I was too rough...and still. Even broke my leg once.
And I so want those bedsheets and blanket and pillow.
Now! On the spot. And the jammies, if you're at it.
Thank you soooo much, tipard ! YOu really did an amazing job. I'm so hapy with it.