Stavanger Bay rawr, the boy genius

Every day, the world became a little less blurry for Charon Ostrega, and the bright contrasts of the world became more clear to him. The Outside was a cool place that Charon liked; his parents often brought exciting things from there, and sometimes a visitor would come into the den. It was presently night, and Charon waddled to the mouth of the den, from where he could look up.

The white boy's tiny mouth fell open as he gawped out of the den's mouth at the skies above. He couldn't make out all of it yet, but he liked the way that there was a lot of darkness with lots of lighter spots. "Rrrooooow!" yipped Charon excitedly and he pressed his small ears back against his head and wagged his stubby tail in excitement at what he was seeing. He stretched out a paw to go to the Upstairs place he was watching, but found that when he tried to walk there, his paws would get thudded back to the ground every time. How very frustrating.

Charon sat there, waving his paws in the air one by one - left paw, right paw, nope, still not going Up there - but going nowhere. Occasionally he would wobble and nearly fall on his face because of losing his balance, but overall, he just looked really silly.