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He was a strong feeder, and if all one paid attention to was the manner in which he suckled, they may not think him weak at all. But the boy was. He scarcely made a sound and the sounds he did make were incredibly quiet; he was a mouse. He did not stir much, not even when he was bumped, jabbed or jostled. He complained, softly, only if his feeding was interrupted, and otherwise slept like the dead, allowing himself to be squashed and moved by those around him.

His sister's foot bopping him in the snout was met with no more than an involuntary sneeze, squeaky as it was. His dainty paws rubbed feebly at his nose, the lingering tickle of that sneeze uncomfortable, but he made no effort to remove himself out from beneath her nor retaliate. He wriggled just a bit, settling into the warmth and pressure of her body. Meanwhile, his tiny pink tongue poked out to gingerly probe her foot.