Redtail Rise We are often of greater importance in our own eyes

The positive vibrations in the air -- the proverbial "oh look how cute they are" -- only encouraged the twin child's loud behavior. The feedback that emitted from the warm, god-like shadow before her was giving praise, comfort, support. How to elicit more of that response?

Another whimper. Another quivering cry. She pulled out her megaphone and started a chant.

I - want - more! I - want - more!

While her brother politely stared around, pondering about the emerging shapes and scents in their rapidly expanding world, his sister squirmed about, impatient and fussy. Wanting more than she could perceive and frustrated as to how to get what she didn't know she wanted. A conundrum, really.

Only the scent of marrow seemed to creep through to her lizard brain. She quieted down, pudgy nose working as she focused and honed in on the pierced bone like a naked mole rat. But since she was still mostly blind, mostly deaf, and all the way dumb, she succeeded only in repeatedly pushing the "holy" bone further and further away with her clumsy investigation.