age: 1 moon

I never left the clearing that mother left me if I had too. I had no milk so I ate the green things on the ground. I didnt know why they made me sick. In thime I learned that green things are not food but I didnt have any other choice. the world was safe in my little clearing. I was protected by the spikey things and the tall things. the furry things couldnt get me here. 

I was skin and bones but still managed to have fun. I would chase the bright things that flapped around. The few times that I did go outside of the clearing bad things happened. I could always smell furry things but never saw them. nothing would come to me and I got used to always being hungry. After all I never knew anything else.

I once saw these green things growing outside of camp. I knew from before not to eat them. But they were pretty. so I picked some up and put them in my fluffy covering. 

At night I miss mother. Although I never knew her I remember feeling safe. I remember feeling her love. As I curl up alone I wish I had her with me. But in the morning life is good. In the morning I can forget about being alone.