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Suddenly there was cold. The freshly born white child kicked frantically as a pair of bones nipped the sac he had just been come from. There only was smell and touch. Nothing else was clear to him. Hunger gnawed at his frail stomach, as he clambered toward the direction of heavy rasping. To his nose came the satisfying smell of milk, as he followed it, tumbling over himself every once in a while, until he finally reached his prize. Warmth and milk. He hungrily latched onto his mother's teats, sucking milk down like a savage, feeling the warmth of his brothers and sisters. Each one was still moist, and wriggled as they sucked the food down.

A bowling pin effect occured, as their dam stood up and moved away from the hungry bunch, tumbling over one another. A sharp whine came from his tiny jaws, as sharp little teeth snapped at imaginary teats. After what seemed like an eternity, their dam returned, offering more warm milk. His frail body tumbled over a mass of wriggling bodies, before he once more had a meal within his jaws, kneading his mother's stomach. Once he had finished, he stopped suckling, and gave a great yawn, rolling to his side right next to his mother, falling asleep.

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