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With each passing minute of his life, Whittier became ...not at all truly aware of anything still.  The world he had once known inside of his mother's belly was gone from his teeny tiny brain.  His horrible, mother-rending birth wasn't even a figment of his imagination.  Hell, he didn't really care for those other lumps that he'd spent the past six weeks with as they kept knocking into him and trying to part him from the one thing that did exist in his world - his mama's glorious, saggy nipple.

Having no concept of limits, little Whittle had no idea that he had surpassed his about 4.5 seconds ago.  The peculiar sensation in his belly was nothing to him at all, not until it gurgled quite unexpectedly.  He paused as he felt the sensation rumbled up his chest to his throat.  It was entirely horrifying, but the worst part was when all of his hard-earned dinner suddenly came rushing back out of his mouth all over his most prized possession (I'm again referring to Bazi's nips, just to be clear).

While he couldn't exactly cry yet, the shrillness of his whining squeaks was likely enough to communicate the high level of distress this terrible incident had caused him.  His lifted his little paws to wriggle against his brothers and sister, fussing about all the while.  It hadn't quite occurred to him yet that he could simply reattach himself to the teat and begin the process all over again, but then again.. he had already forgotten what he was so pissed about in the first place.  Being a newborn is hard.