"I thhhh..." Nope, try again. "I think I understand now. I wouldn't want to look after me, either." He snorted, which threatened to bowl him over, then he looked at Wembley again.

"I got carried away." He closed his hands into fists, temper flaring again. "Ohhh, I always get carried away-!" The angry kick at the grass, now THAT bowled him over, and he went sprawling with a yelp onto his back. Immediately he held a hand up.

"'m fine!"