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Just five weeks old and I must know what that flashing thing is. Unfortunately I am put back in the nest after a few minutes, because I should sleep. But I want to play!

Er, I think I am pretty tired after all.

When I was six weeks old I was allowed to play outside. This was very exciting, especially the grass was weird for me.

But with seven weeks I was totally used to it and I began to act silly out of joy when my owners returned to play with me.