"Anyone who doesn't love Westlake's daddy is a fool, anyone who doesn't love Westlake's daddy is a rascal, anyone who doesn't love Westlake's daddy is unloved..."
Oliver was limping along while covering his little bottom, muttering loud enough for everyone to hear.
Thomas Shannon was amused by his antics, took two big steps and lifted the little fellow up.
Suspended in mid-air, Oliver began to punch and kick, "Daddy is a rascal!"
"Who are you calling a rascal?" Thomas Shannon poked Oliver's cheek with his index finger.
Hmm...
Quite a match for Snowball.
Oliver's rosy little mouth was pouting high in grievance, his clear eyes fixed on Thomas's face.
"Hey, I'm talking to you..." Thomas reached out again to poke Oliver's cheek, but Charlie River fearlessly intercepted, "Young Master, you really can't do this to the Young Master!"
Thomas Shannon frowned fiercely, casting a deadly glance at the tearful Charlie, "Get out of the way!"
