Ouroboros Spine you know you're on my mind

nantahala was shaping up to be quite the fireball.
a little singer, a little yapper; the blonde babe spent much of her waking hours yowling with her piercing banshee voice, wriggling about in order to steamroll her sisters with her most-powerful stomp. she was brave and she was strong!
but being so chaotic took a lot out of her. in the present moment, she is nestled in her daddy's arms; if one listened closely, they could hear the rumble of her snoring. up and down went her round little belly with the patterned breaths, arms and legs spread wide and frog-like along the den floor.
when he speaks to her, she stirs; her jaws spread wide in a milk-breath yawn, and then: one big blue eye opens. squinted, very much so, but still open, and it is then followed by the second as if she were a little frog.