Lost Creek Hollow great, i'd like your $8-est bottle of wine please

it was a new day since his birthing, and the pudgy little man wasn't entirely pleased with how things had gone. his mother had slapped an eviction notice to his forehead and then swiftly ejected him onto his plump rear end. not only had he lost his warm little apartment, but he also had to make the active decision to eat. what the fuck? who decided this was the best way to go? being fed without having to actually move had truly been the lap of luxury, and aengus found himself feeling like the guy who'd won the lottery and then lost everything due to one poor choice.

with a squeak, the dark child stretched his stubby limbs outward and jammed his toes into whoever was beside him. with a satisfied sigh, he held this position until his arms felt like they'd had a good stretch. once he'd finished, he relaxed and inched his way toward his mother's milk factory.