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Since moving to the rendezvous site things had been a little chaotic with Titmouse. Then again, when wasn't it chaotic? He couldn't sleep no matter where he squished himself (the puppy pile, near Lagan's butt, on top of Raven's face, etc); there were no good rocks for chewing (major deal breaker), and his favorite bone to play with seemed to be everyone elses favorite too because it kept going missing! Ugh.

So, to get to the point: he didn't sleep, didn't play, and found numerous ways to get under everyones skin just to keep himself contented. Nothing new, really.

The biggest difference being, springtime had arrived and with it came the dreaded growth spurt. Titmouse seemed to grow like a weed despite the lack of sleep (as some say, you grow the most when you're unconcious; let it be said that Titmouse did grow but only physically - mentally he was still dumb as a stick). He wasn't finished yet, but there was a new gawkiness to the boy that heralded of things to come — and a very distinct paternal resemblance starting to show its face (er, his face, I suppose).

In a state of sleep deprivation and needing something to entertain himself with, Titmouse slunk away from the rendezvous site while his siblings were distracted. He was on the hunt for something good to chew on, like a branch, or an antler, or — ooh, that right there! A shiny new rock to suck on. He aligned himself with the pile of pebbles, wiggled his butt like an eager kitten, and pounced upon the biggest and shiniest of stones. As soon as he bit down on the jagged piece of quartz there was shock of pain and a pop!, and the boy let out an indignant squeal as he dropped the stone back upon its nest.

Along with the stone came a baby tooth, slick with blood, and Titmouse was left staring down at the mess like a real idiot.