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"Star," Weejay repeated patiently. Sugar blinked thrice as she processed this, her eyes lifting once more. There was no sign of the shooting star now, just the stillness of the other stars. So, some moved and others didn't? The small pup pondered that at length, all the while staring upward and wishing for more of them to mobilize. But none ever did. The heavens remained utterly motionless, even the haze lingering rather than scudding away as clouds tended to do during the daytime.

After a while, Sugar's eyelids grew heavy and a great yawned shook her tiny frame even as it forced her jaws apart. She had no sense of time whatsoever, so she had no idea how long she and Weejay had been out here, stargazing and tending their garden, respectively. But her sleepy attention drifted toward the glimmer of gold at the eastern horizon and she instinctively knew, on some level, that was day was going to break soon.

"Nini, ay," Sugar murmured, ambling over to the den's mouth and climbing inside, curling up in a ball with her bottom resting against @Pox's face and falling fast asleep just moments before the other residents of the den would begin to stir.