Lion Head Mesa niobium

Midas almost beamed, his eyes glinting even though they were dulled by the milky whites. It was more of an expression anyways. The little boy was just beaming with pride at himself because, yes, he could smell perfectly! The boy thought about it for a moment. "Diffrent... Taste! Some are fuzzy from the outside and others are... fatherly!!!," he commented, of course meaning feathery. "Not sure why fuzzy or why fathery. I like all of them. Much better than milk."

It was mostly mouthfeel, and smell he went by. His eyes couldn't tell him but his nose and tongue could. "Why different animals?"