Phoenix Maplewood This one's a contradiction because of how happy it sounds

just throwing another post in bc museful despite literally being a potato

she wriggled, feeling an absence of comfort. with a shrill wail she moved from her mother's feet, clambering insensate and carelessly towards warmth -- except, in the opposite direction. her efforts were short, for her stamina was lacking -- in mere seconds she slumped to the ground and whimpered. guided by some unseen sense she was not yet aware of she found laurel's side and climbed about her, seeking blindly for her mother's teat.