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The fact that Whittier wasn't sure what was upsetting him so much did little to ease his distress.  If anything, it just made him even more miserable.  His little limbs flopped about against the ground ineffectively (unless his intention actually had been to shift about half an inch to the right, which it was not).  He opened his mouth wide and jerked his head about as though to find something to clamp his fierce jaws down upon.  Instead, he found himself suddenly wrapped his the loving embrace of his mother's mouth and whisked away to an entirely new land - the sweeping fields between his mother's forepaws.

Instantly, his distress was cured and replaced by his first inklings of curiosity.  What was this mysterious place he had been relocated to?  Was there anything he could suck on that would provide him with more food?  Eagerly, his little legs scrambled against the ground until he had moved the few centimeters it took to bring him to his mother's arm, which he promptly attempted to nurse from.