Bearclaw Valley Angry bird Bomb

A start in life is never easy and very few arrive in this world without a cry or a single mew at least in protest against very uncomfortable change from the warmth and comfort of mother's womb to being pushed and squished, and squeezed out in a hostile and cold place, where you haven't got a single idea, what happens now and what should you do about it.

And just when you think that you have accepted your unlucky fate, new things get introduced. Thus to a little, brown loaf of a puppy came the surprise of opening one eye, have it blink (well, that was odd) and - pop - a second later another eye opens. She waited a little longer, blinked again, in case a third or a fourth or a fifth (not that she had any idea about numbers) opened, but this did not happen. Apparently she was graced with just two oculars. Those would do.

A week later, while lying on her back, while her mother washed her abdomen, the same loaf of a puppy realized that she wiggle those very odd four peduncles (were they called like that?) on either side of her body and that there was a fifth she knew she was moving, but could not see. Apparently it was invisible. A little while after that with the help of whichever parent had been in the vicinity, the little loaf was on it's belly and found out that by moving those odd things, she could get somewhere. In the beginning, however, it was backwards only.

Finally - three weeks later and some more - the loaf, who had mastered the art of moving also forwards, pulled all four of her feet underneath her (on a whim) and pushed herself up. Unsteady and trembling those limbs were, but right before falling back on her round belly and bum, she managed to cast an almost proud (that is what she thought - in reality she looked just as sleepy and dopey as the rest of the litter) glance. As if saying - Look, what I just did!