Redhawk Caldera i've never been great with peer pressure.

Life in the womb, for Clover, was wonderful. It was warm, and she and her fellows had conversations via kicking. It being all she knew was wonderful, so when things changed, well, to begin with she wasn't too happy. She squalled and revolted for the first two minutes of life (a healthy baby girl), but as soon as she was pressed against her mothers belly and she was introduced to food, Clover decided, hey, this isn't so bad. And so she fell silent, content to nurse and sleep and be a perfect newborn. Her awareness was quite limited—all was well in the world, as far as she was concerned. If her parents doubted their fortune in having her, newborn Clover wouldn't let them forget it; she wiggled her rear, showing those around her the shamrock she bore. Lucky you.