Stone Circle Little Toes, Little Nose

A life of mother's milk no longer — instead, today there is a pile of red-pink sludge in front of her that smells mostly of blood. Little brown ears swivel forward in curiosity before she leans forward on stubby legs to sniff at it.
B....b....n...no! She is quick to furiously, angrily shuffle away! This was not what she wanted! This is not food! Her look of betrayal is cast up to her poor father before the tears start to form at the corners of baby blue eyes. Eugh!