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Tunerk had been dozing peacefully against her mother, muzzle tucked beneath a foreleg of her siblings and content with her lot in life, now. All was well these days; she was warm, she ate freely, and she slept when she had her fill. For all of her short life, the sleep had been sound—until this moment, when her brother decided that she would be the perfect thing to acquire a soft landing. She yelped as she shifted upward in utter surprise, though with lack of much muscle her movements were not so much as to disturb her other siblings. What was all the more shocking was that something significant had changed, her vision similar to a kaleidoscope shifting its gears and her gaze reminiscent of an individual who had no idea what in the world was going on. Her jaw parted and she gaped at what she did not know was her brothers face, too bewildered now to be bothered. In fact, she did not even remember his crime.