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He observed his mother's behavior, and began to mimic it, prying the oysters from their hold, feeling the waves lap regularly at his belly. With time, he winced less, and he became adjusted to the temperature. As long as he kept moving and pulling oysters from the rocks, he was able to keep warm enough that he barely noticed the waves as they swept around him. 

He tilted an ear toward his mother and paused. "What colour?" He asked. He pulled another oyster from the rocks and deposited it on the shore. "I want one." He decided immediately. "But you 'ave to tell Sobeille-Miette dat she does not get to touch it," He said fiercely. "She ruined de foxtail dat Val gave to me," He said with an arrogant sniff. He still felt slighted.