Lad's plumed tail began to wag at this sign of spirit in the pigmy.

And, with his curved pink ribbon of tongue, he essayed to lick the shivering Lady.

A second growl rewarded this attention.

And Lady sought to avoid further contact with the shaggy giant, by scrambling at top speed to the edge of the veranda.
She miscalculated the distance or else her nearsighted baby eyes failed to take account of the four-foot drop to the gravel drive below.

Too late, she tried to check her awkward rush.