The sound of footsteps either meant food, company, water, or play time! All four, if they wee lucky, and they usually were! The PUFFSKEIN! scrambled over to the familiar face of a young girl and sniffed in her direction. It hummed happily and wondered if she had any leftovers with her. Snacks?

Its BIIIIIIIIIIIIG eyes did their best to plea up at her.

Or cuddles. Cuddles would be nice.

Boogers? Bogeys? Did she need her nose cleaned?

It rolled around a few times to get closer to her and suddenly, it stopped. Two more had joined! This was this little guy's lucky day! He DID sniff the boy's hand and then promptly crawl onto his arm and to his shoulder, licking the side of his ear curiously.

No wax ;______________;

Huuuum huuuuuum huuuuuuUUUUuuuuuuuum

Happy hums, little guy. Happy hums.