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Bap, bap, bap. Light spilled across the sky, turned day to night to day again as the sphere spun between planets, twirled nimbly between sun and moon. The paw flicked and the world hopped, skipped, and rolled back through the ebon-velvet stillness. The tail thrashed and oceans roiled, rising and falling against the crumbled, chalky shores.
Today was a good day, and the whiskers gently stirred the heavens, painting the sky with billowing milk-puff clouds; spiced the air with dusty-earth and the scent of green things, baked under a warm, comfortable heat.
Today the cosmos was happy, and the world was safe from tumults of whimsy-pounce. It thrummed, vibrations setting the short hairs akimbo, filled the soul with expectation as we resonated in kind.
Today the sky was cross, beaten and scolded by two golden furnaces, staring at us with slit-eyes attention, but we will endure. We will sing our praises to the stars, and tell it, "good boy" and "good girl", and "you are loved". We will join together, one country to the next, pulling gleaming golden fish from our seas, and offer it to appease.
Today the toes descend, kneeding land into rivers, mountains, valleys, and glens. We rejoice our ever changing landscape, gladdened the game is gentle, and the fur warms us as we sleep.
Today we dance, and the world brushes along chin and cheek. We lift hands to scratch, and embrace each today with passion. Tomorrow could forget we exist.