After struggling to gain his balance, falling again and again, little Bert balanced his weight just right. When he turned his head to get his mother Gertrude's attention over he went.He was persistent up to a point. The point of time to eat. Afterall, mom was a foreleg's distance from his hungry self. Time out was in order and a long sip of mother's milk.
After a warm nap, he tried again and wobbled across the basket. Applause was in order, but Gertrude and his siblings slept through the event.
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