Ecclesiastes 7:1

The largest child scrunched her nose under the stuffy blanket. Recently, some of the fur along her neck had begun to harden into spikes, nestled among the thickest fur and trailing down towards her back. Growing quills was an itchy process, the incensed wax was suffocating within the little blanket fort and it was catching on her quills. Prayers had been said, baths had been had, it was time to play! So why were they cooped up out here in the cold? The child shuffled impatiently, wanting very much to make her mother proud, but excited to get this over with. Ceremony was important, and her eyes lit up with each new prayer or ritual, but there was a lot of sitting still involved, and younglings weren’t exactly well versed in stillness.

A dark nose crept towards the opening, dual toned eyes peeking out in time to see other grown ups approaching. A quiet gasp left her lips as she retreated back inside her hidey-hole, her butt wriggling excitedly as she sat on her tail to stop it from breaking free. It really wouldn’t do to be the one to ruin things by making her blanket slip, or flashing her brightly coloured tail to the world before time.

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