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Thief. Stolen. In the middle of the night.
Gone.
The hooded creature nipped in through the window, and was out like a shot. Was he caught? No one will know.
Mothering. A gift from God. A hard task, but rewardable. Seeing your plump little baby grow into a teenager, get wed, have a child of their own. The neverending natural process repeats its self.