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Today, dear reader, I am three years old.  I feel wiser, stronger, and more mature.  I have learned much of the world and seen many incredible things.  There are still more wonders to come.  Oh, those innocent days when I looked like a misshapen guinea pig and life was simple–when all I knew was the warmth of my littermates as we slept together and the strict love of our mother.  I am happy in this life.  Man and Woman are a good family to me, and I have many companions as well as my quest, of course.

Pastoral Infancy