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Ooohh... His fumbling paw movements seemed to have an effect on the disturbance that was his thrashing brother. This pleased the little red boy, whose stubby tailed twitched back and forth in a happy wag. He snuggled in, prepared now to nap, but alas, the peace was not meant to last. Soon his paw was trapped in a wet environment that he did not care for at all. He squeaked and made to draw his paw back into dry warmth, somewhere comfortable unlike his brother's mouth.