Sun Mote Copse A Child Has Been Born into the World

The world as he had known it was small, and dark. He had felt other things beyond himself, but in the ways of one so young did not spare these things a thought. He had kicked these things and been kicked by them, had rocked and jostled as his earth and moved. When the earth began to close in on him, he had felt an emotion he had not felt before. He did not know names of things, but he knew he didn't like this feeling, this squeezing, or the way the thud-thudder beat quickly in his chest.

Suddenly he was no longer being squeezed, but the world was dimly brighter. He struggled, finding a new feeling that he did not like. His mother broke his sac and he could draw screaming breaths to show his distaste for all these feelings. The next feeling was better. The soft warm stroke, the gentle caress of something large. He felt the rumbled that he had known well before, though it was not as rumbly now. It was not as with him as it had been before. Before this could strike him as not good, he was moved by the large thing to a new place. He cried, but suddenly he could smell something. He had never smelled before, but this was something good whatever this feeling was. He reached for the good, bumping his nose into his mother's belly. His body compelled him to part his mouth that now made so much noise (his own rumbles inside himself, imagine!) and close it over the warm good smell. 

Milk bubbled into his mouth. This feeling he liked. This feeling was better than any feelings before, despite the many new ones. He grew quiet and nursed, only emitting a few noises when the large thing placed a different warm thing beside him. This was one of the other things from before! He kicked at it, for old times sake, but soon remembered the warm good smell and returned to nursing. He felt the pressure of the other thing at his side, though he didn't know his brother had been placed to nurse as well. He grunted happily as the warm smell good was joined by more of the large thing's touch.

By the time Asherah rose to leave, he had fallen asleep, fat and happy. The cold woke him shortly, though, and he cried his own rumbles until it returned.