April 28, 2023, 02:03 PM
The first week and a half of Donnie’s life had passed, with routine becoming familiar and regular. He awoke hungry, sought food, and it was often readily available. He’d begun to recognize by feel how to find his way to milk, having learned that elbows, knees, and siblings supplied him with nothing. One parent did- and he learned to navigate the soft fur of his father’s stomach to find a supply of milk.
He began to become more curious about the others in his space. He knew his father by scent and feel, and that there were others who occasionally came and went- and then three others he thought might be small, like him.
But he wanted to know more. His eyes were still shut when he pressed his nose against his closest sibling, and began to feel his way around- trying to figure out in his mind the shape that his siblings took.
He began to become more curious about the others in his space. He knew his father by scent and feel, and that there were others who occasionally came and went- and then three others he thought might be small, like him.
But he wanted to know more. His eyes were still shut when he pressed his nose against his closest sibling, and began to feel his way around- trying to figure out in his mind the shape that his siblings took.
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There’s a voice that keeps on callin’ me - by Donnie - April 28, 2023, 02:03 PM