Infant Tales
The tiny suckling babe has quite come to be a joyful bundle. Wriggling and gliding across the room with palms launched on the cold wooden surface. Spurts of giggles and chuckles pour out at the comical gestures made in a humorous sitcom. His gleaming eyes startled the hound that sat across the empty oak table near the crowded den. At last the suckling babe halted with a nod and was laid to sleep.
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