It lay curled in a pair of hands, narrowing its sleepy eyes in the gentle breeze.
Those hands cradled it with the utmost care, and it was quite comfortable nestled in the palms. The owner of the hands was also its master. It heard its master laugh in a thoroughly ingratiating fashion, then speak even more ingratiatingly to someone in front of it: “Brother Song, Brother Hengwen, don’t you think it’s adorable?”