They’d love to be like the SNOT yewts but can’t figure it out.

They think the SNOT yewts like them and are their friends, when really the older brother jusr beats them up every once in a while and then leaves. The dairy yewts look at their older brother walking away and—while wiping blood off their nostrils—say to themselves, “Gosh, he really likes me. He really really likes me.”