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The little ginger bean didn't enter this world without a fight, without flailing his pudgy little limbs as soon as he was free from the gooey sack thing. He was a squirmed, unable to stay still or quiet as he rolled around, eyes closed and mouth wide open, squealing as loud as his tiny lungs would allow. Though completely blind and deaf he knew he wasn't alone, wasn't even aware of the concept yet as he'd always been surrounded by his siblings. Tummy to tummy, limb to limb. And yet there was even more movement than he was used to, the little bean felt the ground shake and rumble before he was scooted elsewhere, to safety though he did not know it. He was quiet for a moment, as thoughtful as a newborn baby could be before he started up his ruckus again, loud and squealing, refusing to be forgotten and ignored.

He was quick to fall quiet when warm stuff was presented to drink, instincts sharper than any tooth or claw swept into action as he began to have his fill. He had lots of growing to do and none of that could be done on an empty tummy.