One day it finally occurred to me that the warm, squeaky things next to me were my brothers and sister. My vision finally formed into point so I was able to see little fuzzy things. Though I do know the big beautiful shape with the long, wet tongue was my mother. I couldn't tell why my brothers and sister had any purpose of being here but they were here, and I can't get rid of them. Whenever I felt a cool chill that had meant that mother had left and when she returned we would feed. We did pretty much the same things everyday, eat, sleep, and rough house a little. ( 2 weeks later ) My vision had finally come into shape; one of my brothers liked to run and wrestle a lot, so I called him Fast. My other brother liked to eat a lot, so I decided
