Perhaps away back in some corner of his brain the heritage of instinct was telling him of what he had lost because of brothers and sisters unborn--the comradeship of babyhood, the play of children.

And Miki must have sensed the change in the furry little black creature who a moment ago was his enemy.

His tail thumped almost frantically, and he swung out his front paws toward Neewa.

Then, a little fearful of what might happen, he rolled on his side.

Still Neewa did not move.