Bearclaw Valley Did you know that midgets make up a small percentage of the population?

Things were progressing slowly for the tiny dancer. It had taken almost five days for his lungs to fully empty of fluid, during which he had developed a wet productive cough. It was much better than it had been, but still clung with some persistence to his airways; he was awoken from his nap by a wrenching cough that broke mucus in his chest.
For a brief moment, the tiny piebald boy cried. The shock of waking up in such a startling way overwhelmed his usual good nature and made him squall for assistance from his mother's soft, warm belly, over which he was draped. It lasted only a short while, however, before Lucas quieted down and his wet baby lips pulled into a smile as he lifted his wobbly head and surveyed the den with faint whiffs.
Always smiling even in the face of adversity—now that was one sexy trait.

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