The Gig, Sunday

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Today, the calves seemed more sad than angry. From what Firekeeper could gather through gentle (yes, she could be gentle, shut up) questioning, it had to do with the fact that they had never known their father.

With sympathy, she agreed that that was sad and offered the little animals an apple each. It seemed to satisfy them for the time being, at least.