One morning Riku was sleeping in his basket as he woke up by a shooting pain. He felt something strange in his mouth. The inside of his snout was – until now – an oozy wetland where his tongue glided over round and smooth shapes. But now there was something new, something harassing. At the upper palate, not far from his upper lip, his gums stretched. A spiky bump-shaped THING seemed to grow underneath and caused this vibrant pain.
He decided to tell Kyarra his ailment to achieve an appropriate regret and to get overwhelmed by tender loving care. But nobody was near by. He had to go to the stables, where Kyarra – for some mysterious reasons – used to throw hay around at this time of the day.
The way to the stables was – as he knows – dangerous. Downstairs, across through the kitchen, across the porch with those dangerous little wood splinters, across the muddy courtyard – that was a really exhausting way. If he just could walk on only two legs like Kyarra.
Riku clambered out of his basket and went downstairs and outside the house. He stalked with one’s legs apart across the courtyard……
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