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At first, Sobo thought he was motoring. This was probably the fastest he had ever moved, and it was exhilarating! To a tortoise, maybe, for Sobo hardly moved at all for all the effort he was making. Rosalyn came to him, although in his mind, he reached her in record time.

He was happy to sniff at the edges of her nose and the whiskery lips that hovered just in front of him, for a time, but when he was ready to move forward and find another part of her to explore, Rosalyn was still there. The nerve! Wrinkles leapt to life along Sobo's tiny brow as he shoved himself against his mamá's snout, ramming forward with all the miniscule strength he could muster.

When that did not work, he resorted to the tactic he most often used against his siblings: he yawned his mouth wide and attempted to latch his hard gums onto Rosalyn in a form of pathetic biting.