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

lucas squirmed beneath her, his tiny paws upturned and the pale pink beans on each foot flexed out. sitting here with him, indra was aware of how narrow the world seemed -- suddenly, all that seemed to matter in that den was him, and she felt the tension of being on constant guard slowly ebb away.

she continued her soft grooming of the boy until his fur sat flat and clean; it was delightful to watch his reactions and see how blissfully and jovially lucas responded to every stimuli. she wondered how he would grow - would he keep that cheerful demeanor, or would life's hardships chip away at his enthusiastic outlook until at last he was old, tired and bitter like her?

she paused for a moment, troubled by her introspective thoughts -- the tip of her tongue poked out and both paws cradled around the cherubic redleaf boy.