Little Hairy-Harry was stuck, nose to the ground. Released from his hidey-hole, yet still stuck to the ground. One can’t have it all, right? He realised pretty swiftly that a 360-degree perspective would not be on the cards just yet. So, as a consolation, he tested his nose. He sniffed.
There was a smell. Indeed, a very tangy, quite whiffy smell. Although Little Hairy-Harry had very little in the way of scents to compare it to, for a beginner baby bum hair, this one was pretty darn bracing.
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