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The vibrations of a sister's whines disturbed the little round teapot that was her brother, Jean-Heron. And just like a teapot, he began to steam. He knew those whines! The muffled sound distressed him, and instinctively reacting to it, he began to wriggle towards her.

Of course, he could see a little by now, but he wasn't yet used to sussing out his surroundings visually - so he bumped around with his eyes closed until he was nudging a sibling's side. Was it the one who cried?