Cricket Creek Bog The Doctor will see you now...

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Whilst the bag had been investigated, the adult rambled on. To whom he spoke and what his words meant were both questions that the child could not provide any answers for, nor did he care to. From what little experience he had, he’d come to realize that those older than himself often spoke about trivial matters—topics that did not concern him, nor would they ever. It was often shown in the way they held themselves, as well as how they addressed their partner in the conversation. Always did they speak directly from one to the other, and rarely to him, thus making it clear that their chosen words were not meant for him to worry over; this was assuming that he was capable of being worried and feeling anxious, which he most certainly was not. Being but a child, he could not possibly experience such a large scale of emotions, and so he existed then having only ever felt just a few. It had been two of those few that he’d felt shortly after nosing through the bag, for one poorly placed muzzle and an inhale later, and up into his nostril had a poppy seed gone.

Confusion pulled at his face, then panic stole the throne as he’d realized what had happened. It’d been most uncomfortable, having a seed lodged in his nose, and so he’d blown and snorted until it’d shot right out. Where it’d gone exactly, the Prince hadn’t been paying attention and therefore hadn’t the slightest of clues, but he’d known where the rest to be located. Thereafter, he’d been far more careful with where he’d placed his nose, especially as the rest of the stash had been spotted. They’d held his attention, despite what had happened with the first one, and, without thinking, he’d licked several right up. With hardly any flavour to be pulled from the seeds, he’d intended to rid his tongue of them, but had ended up swallowing the majority before they could be spat back out. Though he would come to learn of the mistake made in that moment, he’d remained painfully oblivious for the first several minutes. Turning his head up, he’d looked towards the stranger expectantly, awaiting some sort of sign that his actions had been correct.

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