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Naptime was a good plan. He didn't know what the word meant, but when Lagan began to settle down, the tired boy settled too; he emulated his new friend as best he could, and when presented with a spot to squirrel in to, Titmouse gladly squirmed and squished his way to a comfortable napping spot. He was asleep quickly enough, his snores sounding a little like a rain-stick.