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puppy cameo

With each day it grew easier for her to move about. Mobility, she was learning, was a fruitful thing. Although she never made it far or fast. Crawling was what she was capable of and that took energy. The touch against her was welcomed. It offered a relief from the coolness she found away from siblings and mother. Along with a bit of stability to her wobbly, squirmy form.

Then it was gone. She would have offered protest had it not been for her finding herself moved back against the bigger warmth.

Now she was hungry, tired and blissfully unaware of what might transpire around her. The small child's only mission now was to eat to her heart's content.