Sassy’s heart fell to her toes when she realized what she’d said. It had felt so good to see Sondo that all remembrances of her two old promises to him had completely fled her memory.
Never hug him in public.
Never . . . never call him Bunnymuggins!
Thorns and nettles! she muttered to herself. It was going to be harder than ever now to get on the good side of her brother.
Even worse, the boys were making fun of him, either with outright laughing or sneaking little snickers. And that Falco! What a mean one he was proving to be. He was yapping on about how Sondo was wrong. And not only wrong but a bad leader to boot. It was all Sassy could do to keep herself from punching him in the belly. She had just enough restraint to know that Sondo would be in an even worse position if she did that.
She screwed up her grimy little face and glared at Falco.
He says one more bad thing to my brother she swore silently to herself
and I’ll fix him good . . . real good . . .
Sassy worked up a good sized gobbet though her mouth was quite dry, and spit on the dirt at her feet . . . sealing her little vow.