Larksong Grotto Today I Remember

Tapat instantly rolled over on his back when he felt her nose over him. It was a gush of warm air coming from her nose that made him roll over and let out more piggy snorts. His little paws and tail flailing cutely. At least he stopped digging into his mother. The youngster was quite easily distracted. He squeaked, hoping that such a sound would result in more licks and pampering. He could listen to her voice for a long time, each time she stopped talking he tried to mimic it with his squeaks, whines and snorts. The copying didn't go so well though. It sounded like nothing really, at least the boy was very active and reacting to his mother.