So this is life

[spacemanspiff]

Something was caressing his face. He lifted a paw, trying to stop whatever the feeling was, then shook it in frustration when the sensation refused to desist. His fur rippled comfortably in this wind..ah! Wind, that was this feeling. Yes, he had just broken out of his warm, comfortable pod and shoved his face directly into this restless wind. This meant something, he knew. What was it? And who was he? He had to be someone or something and Oh! He was alive, of course! So he was alive, but who was he? The thought drifted into his head like it had sailed in on the breeze. "Pictus," it whispered, "Pictus."
He was Pictus, and he was alive.

Pictus Wriggled out of his pod and felt a delightful sensation and noise in his ears, followed by an annoying, stinging sensation. That must have been pain, meaning he must have hit something. Oh! The ground of course. He had fallen from his pod and to the ground. Feeling a little more alert and knowledgeable about the workings of the world, Pictus scrambbled to his unsteady feet. For the first time, he opened his eyes to the world, and was met with a barrage of colors and shapes and light. For the very first time he understood just how big the world must have been. He took a shaky step forward, for there was still much more he had to learn.