Is he going?  Did he do it?

(sigh)  Nope.  Not today.

Johan jumped and began running around, with his drawers around his ankles. Before he fell to his knees, his mom quickly caught him. “Op. We don’t want to risk killing the littles of FeeFi Foland, darling,” and adjusted his pants.

With that reminder, he slowly stooped over, carefully placed his hand on the ground to thoroughly inspect for the delightful creatures that always made his day. Screeching with glee, he pointed a chubby finger at a few moving tiny figures. His brow creased as he listened intently…

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