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He wasn’t very old. A couple of days. But he was restless, feeling he needed to do something. Anything. He had so many brothers and sisters, he lost count. Plus, they were always in the way. Stealing bites off the pink blob as it moved by. Stumblebum barely got a nibble. There were a lot of blobs. A lot of brothers and sisters. And just one Stumblebum.If that wasn’t bad enough, much of his day was spent buzzing away from sloppy Toadies and their whip like tongues always trying to turn him into lunch. Some fun? They would thunder/burp at him and slap him with that quick wet thing as they slurped. So far, they had missed. But they were always there.

He wasn’t very old. A couple of days. But he was restless, feeling he needed to do something. Anything. He had so many brothers and sisters, he lost count. Plus, they were always in the way. Stealing bites off the pink blob as it moved by. Stumblebum barely got a nibble. There were a lot of blobs. A lot of brothers and sisters. And just one Stumblebum.If that wasn’t bad enough, much of his day was spent buzzing away from sloppy Toadies and their whip like tongues always trying to turn him into lunch. Some fun? They would thunder/burp at him and slap him with that quick wet thing as they slurped. So far, they had missed. But they were always there.