I tried to get up off the ground but my legs were too wobbly and a strange force kept dragging me back down. My Mum kept checking up on me and giving me a lick now and again. People tried to help me too, which was nice. There was Jenny and Dave and then Harry and Lisa. The one called Lisa was smiling and laughing a lot (with me, not at me). I'd go so far as to say she was even a bit emotional. She helped me with my attempts at standing up on my incredibly long legs, and then showed me where I could find a lovely drink of milk. I could taste the goodness.
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