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He could stay there for the rest of his life and Lucas would be content. What more could a fat young pup ask for but a light breeze, the sway of pollen in the air, the murmuring of bees and the the heady scent of fresh buds all around? It was his own little heaven. The only thing missing was a strobe light and a bass drop. The former couldn't be found in nature but the latter was easy enough: his siblings interrupted him often enough to serve the purpose, and as his ears flicked up to the high note of Piper's voice, he knew it was time to get up.

But he didn't. He managed to lift his chin to his chubby, upturned sternum and lazily scanned the warped horizon until he spotted his bright-hued sister. "Hi, Pie," he said with a giggle, rolling arduously to his side and patting the ground with a humongous paw. "Preeeeelly," he insisted, injecting all his desire for his sister to enjoy the flowers with him into that singular drawl.