Stone Circle Cry Me A River

Sunny had finished drinking the warm sweet life giving fluid and now found the suckling of his sister to be annoying. The milk was his, why was she drinking it? Though he was too young to put a title to this feeling he was already showing signs of jealousy and territorial behavior. He lightly headbutted her, squeaking in protest. Just as quickly as the annoyance came, it went and he was squirming toward the back of the cave, even though what he really meant to do was move closer to the warm furry wall that was next to him. 


Finding himself lost even though he had crawled a mere few inches he wailed loudly, crying out for the warm wall, and the sweet milk and the warmth of the squiggling body of his sister. Why had they disappeared? They left him! The feeling of loneliness (that again he couldnt name) caused his wails to rise in pitch and volume,