Sun Mote Copse 'twas brillig, and the slithy toves

ever since she had first been escorted to the den outside their own, weejay had thought of it daily. she liked the journey, all the sights and smells; she liked the flowers, the warm faces of her relatives, and the squirming little masses of puppies that occupied said den. 

she was not usually sneaky, but given her poor mum was knackered from being sick, and she was an industrious puppy that always wanted to be doing something, weejay flitted right out of the den and marched confidently towards what she believed was her neighbors’. 

a few times she got sidetracked, sometimes by an interesting scent and other times by a blooming flower, but eventually weejay’s shadow crossed the den’s mouth; peering in, the girl did not realize that sugar glider’s eyes had opened (nor did she know they were a most unusual color), but she did see the tiny tike bumbling about. craning her neck to see if any adults were around, weejay gave a quiet whimper and crouched towards the ground in play.