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Whittier was quite happy snuggled against his mother's torso, lying on his side with his paws twitching in a happy dream. He had nearly caught the delicious-looking bunny when he was roused by his mother's voice. His eyes fluttered open as he shifted his muzzle across the ground to blink up at her, his tail beginning to wag happily as a smile spread across his little snout.

His ears perked curiously when she asked her question, and only then did he roll onto his chubby belly and pick up his head to regard his mother with a thoughtful cant of his head. "Siff share?" Whit repeated, giggling, "Nah. Dey're boring, ma!" Why would he want to watch Swift play with plants? What a silly mama she was.