Sun Mote Copse everybody's waiting—everybody's watching

The little girl gazed at her, seemingly hypnotized. Meerkat’s cheeks actually ached, she was smiling so hard. She stared right back, taking a mental snapshot that she would store in a drawer beside her heart for the rest of her life.

When Otter began to babble, her eyes lit up and she could only reply, My thoughts exactly!

She turned her head reluctantly, searching for something she could use to stimulate her daughter’s newfound sense. The closest thing at hand was a strip of fur. Meerkat snatched it between two toes, then held it up and waved it near the baby’s face.