I ate my first delicious rattlesnake. "Yummmmm..." I कहा dreamily. "Gylfie, don't eat the rattle, that's what आप plat with young'un." My mum said, between soft churrs. "Oops, sorry mum." I कहा and yarped out the rattle and shook it like a maraca. "Gylfie, time to sleep, sweetheart." Da preened my soon-to-be primaries. I yawned and closed my eyes as First Light came in magnificent colors. I was warm in the sun light and mum's downy-feathers. I slept soundly. The अगला moon I checked my feathers and sighed. No primaries. Mum and Da was out hunting and my brother, Krono, was still sleeping....