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Titmouse followed Lagan's motions with his head and shoulders, craning to watch the dark ofhis nose and the slick mud on his lips as he bent to deposit the rocks. They were shining and wet as they were added to the pile. When Lagan spoke, the little one instantly forgot about the rocks and turned his attention away from the stones. He was once again enthralled by Lagan; Tit looked up at him like Icarus must have stared up at the sun, grinning a big stupid smile and wiggling while he tried to reach for Lagan's nose with his tiny, sharp teeth. Daa-daaaa! He tried to mimic, his voice a squeaking drawl, which then turned in to an even squeakier puppy-howl.