“Let me up!” he whined, kicked at her with his back paws, though not to do any real damage. Just wanted the weight off so he could go about pouting about his loss without having to look directly into the victorious girl’s eyes. “I am not jealous! For me to be jealous, you’d have to have something worth being jealous about! And all you have is a victory you got by cheating, so why should I even care?”
There. Beat THAT.
“Humph!” the boy sitting in heaps of denial grunted darkly, “the only thing he’ll be proud of is how I LET you win!” He’d have to make up for this some day- when he was older and stronger, he’d show her that she couldn’t really beat him.
This was a fluke.
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