Sun Mote Copse the family man

Weejay's world was growing bigger by the day. Before where she blindly trundled around the den, she now strode with purpose. Of course, her limbs were chunky and her strides not very long, so more than once she was seized by a watchful parent and placed back in the den. Everything caught the inquisitive girl's attention: fissures in rocks were yipped at, bugs were sniffed (and sometimes snuffed, RIP) and chased, plants were chewed and pounced on, and of course, Elfie's ears and tail were constantly nommed.

Today after a hearty scuffle with her brother where Elfie won, the two of them fell asleep in a patch of sunlight alongside their father. Weejay powernapped for twenty minutes before she wound back up, powerwalking around the perimeter of the den mouth with her nose to the ground and her ears flopping this way and that as she took in the new sights and sounds the perimeter had to offer. Looking up, the girl's eyes settled on a bumble-bee, which was drowsily hovering above a patch of clover. It made the most curious noise, and Weejay drifted towards it with her mouth slightly parted. "Oooo!" She chirruped, and then lowered her chest and wriggled her bum, about to pounce on the bee, patch and all.