Morningside Cuesta a story is a story is never the truth

Easy was happy.

There was not much to do when you were a pup. Her parents saw to her every need, from making sure she was fed to removing the faeces from her tiny little body. Already, the girl loved her mother and father, as well as the two tiny beings who'd been born alongside her. She wanted nothing, she feared nothing, and - for the most part - she thought nothing. Most of her time was spent sleeping, and when she wasn't doing that, she was simply lying there, basking in the simplicity of her life.

This is what she was currently doing, leaned up against her mother's side. Idly, she thought about getting something to eat - but she was always fed when she needed to be, and she was sure her mother would move her to a teat when it was time.