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If she wanted him to do something adorable, that was certainly a high standard to live up to. Whip was no trained monkey, and though he could not understand Finley's command, he understood she wanted him to do something by the way she nudged him with her muzzle after intently studying his features. He stared blankly at Finley, slack-jawed and confused, yet incredibly curious.

He shuffled, eventually pushing his pudgy baby body to sit squarely on his rump. His tongue lolled out of his mouth, and almost, as if on command with Finley's request, Whip began to feel sick to his stomach. No doubt because of the grass he had tried to ingest. His face immediately went sour and he dropped his head at Finley's feet to spit up the milky contents of his stomach.