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I don’t ever remember being that little. Aunt-who-worries-about-every-little-little-thing told me that I was as small and fuzzy as a mouse. I looked severely underfed and wouldn’t drink my mother’s milk.
In the end, what really got me was that it had been a rooster. If only it were a wild boar, some ferocious Rottweiler or even a large fox, I might have been able to retain my pride. My screaming retreat might have been less pathetic.
