06-17-2009, 12:21 PM
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Ow! She really wanted to hit the floor for making her hurt like that—it was not very nice of the floor! But her nose hurt and so she could only sit there with her paws on it to try and make the hurt go away. The giant, warm hands of her dadda picked her up. The blue and green eyes looked at her father’s face. He licked the pup’s hurting nose, and her sniffling stopped. It did feel better now, the pup thought, after that booboo kiss. Her tail wagged several times as she turned awkwardly in his hands to wipe her eyes on his fur. The sad little frown that had worked its way on her muzzle faded into a little smile. Only mammas and daddas could make hurts go away like magic. She was glad that she had fallen while her dad was there—otherwise she could have been hurt for a long time! "Thanks, Dadda," she said quietly, shy suddenly because that’s how hurting herself made her feel.
By the time her father had set her on his legs, the pain was already gone. Her tail wagged with sudden excitement as her eyes watched the book and the black marks that were all over the place like funny bugs. Remembering what mamma had said about the butterfly, the creamy girl was careful not to touch the pages, as if the black marks were indeed bugs and she did not wish to hurt them. "Yeah, yeah!" the pup exclaimed—she loved it when her dadda read to her. Her head turned back to look at him with a bright smile. She wondered what the story would be today—or tonight, she corrected herself. Turning back to the pages, she concentrated for a long time—or what seemed like a long time, for in actuality it was a mere moment—as she considered her father’s words. "Whats a ‘yewling’?" she asked, her tongue trying to pronounce that new word.
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Ow! She really wanted to hit the floor for making her hurt like that—it was not very nice of the floor! But her nose hurt and so she could only sit there with her paws on it to try and make the hurt go away. The giant, warm hands of her dadda picked her up. The blue and green eyes looked at her father’s face. He licked the pup’s hurting nose, and her sniffling stopped. It did feel better now, the pup thought, after that booboo kiss. Her tail wagged several times as she turned awkwardly in his hands to wipe her eyes on his fur. The sad little frown that had worked its way on her muzzle faded into a little smile. Only mammas and daddas could make hurts go away like magic. She was glad that she had fallen while her dad was there—otherwise she could have been hurt for a long time! "Thanks, Dadda," she said quietly, shy suddenly because that’s how hurting herself made her feel.
By the time her father had set her on his legs, the pain was already gone. Her tail wagged with sudden excitement as her eyes watched the book and the black marks that were all over the place like funny bugs. Remembering what mamma had said about the butterfly, the creamy girl was careful not to touch the pages, as if the black marks were indeed bugs and she did not wish to hurt them. "Yeah, yeah!" the pup exclaimed—she loved it when her dadda read to her. Her head turned back to look at him with a bright smile. She wondered what the story would be today—or tonight, she corrected herself. Turning back to the pages, she concentrated for a long time—or what seemed like a long time, for in actuality it was a mere moment—as she considered her father’s words. "Whats a ‘yewling’?" she asked, her tongue trying to pronounce that new word.