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Thistle stayed still and did not move, not even a whisker. For a moment she felt as if she forgot to breathe even. Thistle had to stifle a giggle when he clamored over her snout and slid to the other side. She wanted to nose him gently to make sure he was alright, but he got up quickly and toddled off.

Thistle did not mind that he ran himself back towards his mother. Well not so much ran as crawled back towards her. She watched him go, nudged her friend gently with her muzzle and then backed out of the den towards her own home.