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Just picture Fauna finding a lost sapling out in the woods at night, tired, scared, and hungry. She lets it bounce up into her loving arms and embraces the poor, shivering, scared little sapling with all the warmth she can muster. It whimpers softly. It's losing color in its leaves. It's starving.
That's when Fauna smiles and whispers to the sapling that everything will be alright. She pulls down her dress, and draws the sapling closer. Her motherly affection resonates, and childlike instinct compels the quivering sapling's lips to furtively latch onto her breast. The sapling is so cold, but mommy's skin is so warm. Its leaves wiggle with delight.
The color returns to the sapling's cheeks as mommy's sweet, creamy milk nurses it back to life. Its sucking slows. Its lips unlatch. It looks up at Fauna, and a small burp rises from its throat. Fauna giggles. The sapling smiles.
Fixing her dress, Fauna brings the sapling back into a cradle, turning back towards her cottage and into the peaceful night.
It's good to be a sapling, bros.