It is no fun being the runt of a litter. Your siblings can be very cruel, attacking without warning and walking all over you.
They made me eat dirt.
I think they were trying to kill me. But the scars on my face are healing
and sometimes I can rest peacefully in the cool of the spring woods.
I’m a survivor and I grow stronger every day
and at times I can get a bit of revenge.
Still it is not in my heart to do harm to my siblings. I understand this is just the way of nature.
