2024-07-06 - Oh for the mind of a puppy!

Maybe once, but no longer, Tasted Fire had that innocence of mind. It waited, one could say with baited breath except it couldn’t exactly breathe within its shell, as the puppies rushed over. One clambored atop its shell. Tasted Fire could feel its tiny claws scritch across the shell’s hard surface, could hear the tip-taps reverberate through its shell. It relished in the idea that the puppy couldn’t feel its Heat, even though it reached out to the puppy to continue play.

The puppy slid off Tasted Fire, and though it had a momentary feeling of sadness, another puppy trounced up and immediately started digging a shallow hole next to it. Soon, all of the puppies had sunk into sleep. The egg couldn’t understand puppy minds, but it could imagine what they dreamed off. Did the pups dream of what it dreamt of? It figured they didn’t, since they’d actually seen the sun and the moons, and they’d smelled the air with their very own noses. Maybe they dreamed about chasing! Sometimes it dreamed of flying, so it wasn’t that far off that the pup could dream of running! Chasing! Having fun!

The egg gently tried to reach into the pup’s minds, but their minds were unfamiliar, a landscape it couldn’t fathom. It tried to project its need for friends into the pup’s minds. Stay with it! Stay with Tasted Fire! But all too soon the pups would waken, and all too soon, they would be gone. The golden-yellow egg would be once again alone with its siblings and mother and fathers.