06-21-2009, 05:44 PM
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The girl’s head turned back to look at her dadda, who had made a funny sound. At first, her face was made into an expression of curious surprise, but it swiftly melted into a lolling smile, her tail wagging as she gave a little giggle. Dadda is funny sometimes, the creamy pup thought silently, and she loved her dadda. When he continued to explain what that word meant and what the story was about, the creamy girl offered a little, "Oh," that was said with a noisy breath. Those blue and green eyes turned back to the book with those funny things on them that were like ants. For a moment, she just stared at it as if expecting to be enlightened. And then her eyes widened as if such an enlightening thing had been found, and she stared wide eyed at that book. "Why woulda human do that?" Of course, only a question came out.
Then the pup, who was always moving without the patience of one older, turned around and moved up closer to her dad’s stomach and sat up against it, her paws sticking up in the air as they folded comfortably against her arms. With her tummy exposed to the air, she pushed her head up against her dad’s fur, smiling up at him. She wiggled comfortably for several moments, as if rearranging his fur to make it more comfortable for her. "Hurry, Dadda!" she urged excitedly. "Before the ants gos aways!" It was as if she were vaguely convinced that those were ants that would move from the page. Then the story would be lost. But whether she wanted her dad to answer her question or read the story, she did not say. And maybe she didn’t know either. She just liked being there with her dadda.
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The girl’s head turned back to look at her dadda, who had made a funny sound. At first, her face was made into an expression of curious surprise, but it swiftly melted into a lolling smile, her tail wagging as she gave a little giggle. Dadda is funny sometimes, the creamy pup thought silently, and she loved her dadda. When he continued to explain what that word meant and what the story was about, the creamy girl offered a little, "Oh," that was said with a noisy breath. Those blue and green eyes turned back to the book with those funny things on them that were like ants. For a moment, she just stared at it as if expecting to be enlightened. And then her eyes widened as if such an enlightening thing had been found, and she stared wide eyed at that book. "Why woulda human do that?" Of course, only a question came out.
Then the pup, who was always moving without the patience of one older, turned around and moved up closer to her dad’s stomach and sat up against it, her paws sticking up in the air as they folded comfortably against her arms. With her tummy exposed to the air, she pushed her head up against her dad’s fur, smiling up at him. She wiggled comfortably for several moments, as if rearranging his fur to make it more comfortable for her. "Hurry, Dadda!" she urged excitedly. "Before the ants gos aways!" It was as if she were vaguely convinced that those were ants that would move from the page. Then the story would be lost. But whether she wanted her dad to answer her question or read the story, she did not say. And maybe she didn’t know either. She just liked being there with her dadda.