Dawnlark Plains Did they warn you about the fourth trimester?

There wasn’t much to this whole born thing, and Eventide had found that he much preferred to be unborn. Sure, this place had its perks — room to stretch, a nice supply of fresh air, more warm milk than he could have ever asked for — but something about the Big Body left him constantly unsettled. Normally, the change was at the very least tolerable, but when the Big Body did that Thing with her tongue, oh! Eventide’s woes couldn’t be contained. 

In in an effort to get away, he would squirm and kick at his nearest neighbor, loudly begging with impatient cries for them to get out of the way! Yet despite how hard he might try, the Big Body remained unrelenting. 

First post! Feel free to skip him down the line. :D