Dragoncrest Cliffs you are now tuned into the tomb of jehovah

In one moment, he was examining the new life of his brothers. They were tiny. He felt as though he was not supposed to be around them. How could he? When he was so big, and they were so small. When they could run through his single steps. Jadou crawled closer, and surely he would stay there. No, no. Jadou didn't stop there. Jadou continued to get closer, until his mouth was piercing into his foot! Behind him, Lafayette. Each day, Thibault had ingrained all of their new names into his mind. Maman, Thibault wanted to call. To ask her how to handle the... painful chewing! Why did they do that? What was the point? If Jadou bit, did that mean he did not like him? Or did it mean that Lafayette did not like him, because he did not come near and Jadou did.

Then, Thibault dropped to his stomach, staring doe-eyed at Jadou, and then to Lafayette who waddled just behind. They had faces that made the boy feel all sorts of warm. Like he needed to just stare at them for hours and hours, and behind his own bum (prompted by Lafayette's), his tail thumped around. Thibault rasped out, despite how wimpy he became at all the teething, a, "Bonjou-"