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Towhee sneezed herself awake. She sprawled there like a turtle on its back, then slowly flopped over onto her tummy. She lifted her head, sniffing the air, her tiny tail wiggling behind her. With a whimper, she began scooting across the den floor in search of sustenance. En route, she voided both her bladder and her bowels, leaving a trail of slime behind her like some deformed and overgrown snail.

Her little button nose bumped into something that felt like a good ole nipple. She latched on and began to suck vigorously, unaware that it was actually a...