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Clover wildly romped outside, tail waving as she raced around her familys doorstep. She was chasing a butterfly that simply was not having it—but Clover thought it was a willing participant in this one-way game of chase. A bumblebee had landed nearby, and Clover's gangly form lacked grace and coordination at this point in her life. When the butterfly landed for respite, Clover (overeager and rambunctious) made a mad dash, and took a tumble. She careened and slid on her side, her shoulder running right over the bumblebee who, in its last seconds of life, took the time to sting her. 

The cub blinked and looked at her shoulder. Only a beat later did the pain set in, and Clover let out a loud wail of discomfort and confusion. Thus far Clover had not felt any pain in her short life (her parents ensured the cubs were well fed and cared for), and so this was a great shock. But her curiosity overrode her fear of what caused her pain, and Clover took a step toward the fallen striped fuzzy thing, squinting and teary-eyed.