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He would never remember the journey from the old den to the new, nor would Fidget remember his wonderment at the multitude of new smells. One of those smells had just crawled into the den, and he immediately ventured toward it after his brief respite. Phox's progress was slow and uncertain, but there was a hint of quiet determination in his movements. Now that his eyes had opened, he couldn't help but want to use this new sense to explore the world, too.

His tiny stubby tail wagged when he got closer to Liffey, and soon the wagging was too fierce, and it toppled him right over. He huffed, but didn't make a fuss. Uncoordinated flailing of his legs eventually got him upright, but he didn't get back on his feet just yet.