What a peculiar thing. An ugly looking thing, rather.

It’s pink rolling skin hanging below it’s belly like unfilled socks. It let out a feeble roar and stuck its head into the water, washing off the slime that helped it slip from its mother into the shallow pool by the ferns.

His stumpy buckling legs shook as he tried to turn to the huge figure next to him. Enormous and bellowing, she kicked the water, warning off any nearby threats, showing her mighty jaw to any that might come close to her baby. He felt her ways too, in his premature might besides the fish swimming down river. It was the first air he felt, the first sunlight to warm his back. What a wonderful way to start life.