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After being thrust from the warmth he had come to know as home for weeks, Artio had found himself among scents and smells he did not know, or understand, and tastes of the world around him. Strangely, he did not feel fear—though, he was no longer sheltered within the womb, he felt a comfort among the bodies he was nestled between. 

Some day, he would come to know of the world around him. But today—and for weeks following—he would suckle life giving liquids offered to him, wiggle and roll, coo and squeak at everything and anything. His sooty, burnt potato body felt large and unbelievably round, his energy sapping quickly to move it. So, he would rest among the softness he would come to know as his family.