Stavanger Bay Some legends are told

@Liyani

In the wee hours of the morning, a beetle had infiltrated the den in its search for somewhere warm. That beetle had become the victim of Kevlyn's wide paw.

For you see, Kevlyn's new sight allowed him to appreciate cause and effect in a way. Though his brain was still too soft and spongy for him to comprehend consequence, he was able to understand that hitting the beetle sometimes made it move faster and sometimes made it stop moving for long seconds.

The boy didn't have enough strength in his legs to cause the beetle any serious harm, which was fortunate—he wouldn't have understood if it permanently stopped moving. He poised himself over it in an unsteady crouch, with one paw lifted above it, ready to strike down once more to see how it reacted. So far, it had tried scuttling away from the puppy half a dozen times, and had stopped moving four times. Each time it moved, Kev followed it in an uneasy toddle, then whacked it again.

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