 Catching up; brushing urine trouble | Pat's Strong Confident Other Half | Pees Like a Champion Unicorn Racehorse
What was Grayson doing?
Falling behind, that's what.
He didn't even know WHY but before he knew it, he'd somehow managed to miss one part of the lesson. It was kinda weird to see people already ushering their hippogriffs to a bath while he was standing there with a brush in his hand. Looking like an idiot too, while he was at it. Jeez, Whitty, get it together, man.
Shaking his head, Grayson cleaned his brush before gently placing a hand on the hippogriff's neck and back. "Hey, hippogriff." He needed to give this one a name. "Look, I'm just gonna take this brush and run it through your feathers, mkay? Nothing major, you're gonna love it," he said confidently, gently stroking the creature, "And I can guarantee that because it'll be me who's carrying out this task." Just saying.
When he was done talking, the fifth year switched the brush to the other hand, his right hand, and started brushing the hippogriff's feathers. A gentle, slow brushing was all that happened because those talons looked like they could hurt and he wasn't going to get attacked. Not today, not any day.
SQUAWWWWWWWWK!
FREAKING YES. That was the sound of SUCCESS.
This was his cue to speed up with the brushing, yeah? Good. That was what he was gonna do, all the while getting rid of those pesky bugs and dirt that were lingering in the hippogriff's feathers.
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