Hideaway Strath oh there's a great big beautiful tomorrow

@Arturo @Lotte @Roarke @Mallaidh @Eirlys @Chusi

 

The youngest of the five Fearghal children had so far in his days of life done little more than squirm and sleep. Occasionally he whimpered and whined, but rarely did he call out as he bobbed his head to and fro and worked his paths out. He was starting to become aware of some things - the bigs and the smalls. His siblings, his companions, were smalls and his elder sister and parents were bigs. They felt different, the bigs were vibrant in other ways - they moved more, he found, and they vibrated. Of course he couldn't hear them properly yet but it was as best as he'd come to understand with the limited brain power of a fuzzy slug that he had. 

It was on a warm spring day that the little fuzzy slug wiggled to close to his father, pressing against Arturo rougher than normal. It was enough to pop the seal of his eyes, bringing a squeal from him as a new sensation entered the game. His vision was hazy and blurry at best, but he was amazed; who else knew about such wonders?! With a few more bleats he bobbed his head about again - trying to find another small, trying to work out what this all was. There was fear in his cries and a need for reassurance, the child had no clue that everyone had to face the same challenges eventually.