He ducked under the netting and out of the enclosure. Miles was already there, a sniffit clinging to his arm and rubbing its head against his shoulder. Grinning, he lolloped over.
‘Peran, this is Teimo Tittersol. He chose me. I never thought I’d get a sniffit, but he chose me.’ Miles bounced around on his toes.
‘Why wouldn’t you get a sniffit?’
‘Well, I’m odd, aren’t I.’
‘Different maybe but no less likeable for it,’ said Peran.
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