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| Description | A happy baby Alex, sits in his cot smiling at the reader |
| alex | Birth was hard for me too. Since then I've tried my best, I've smiled, sat up, communicated vocally and signed messages but to no avail. All within 3 months |
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| Description | A hand reaches down and pats Alex on the head. POV the bottom of the hand and the top of the head |
| alex | How do they seek to reward my achievement? Every one that passes pats me on the head |
| Frame | 3 |
| Description | Alex stares at Clyde the cat who has jumped into his cot |
| Caption | I have one equal, the grown ups keep trying to tell me he's a puss cat. I just call him by his name Clyde. We have staring matches, he tickles my toes, I pull his tail, he scathes me, I get a sympathy plaster, we exchanges fleas |
| Frame | 4 |
| Description | Alex sits up in his cot |
| alex | We are different species I must seek to transcend above him. I roll about the place |
| Frame | 5 |
| Description | Alex on all fours |
| Caption | I try his style of movement, I crawl and proceed to standing up against objects, cruising they call it, why they have to name a transition state to measure progress is beyond me |
| Frame | 6 |
| Description | Alex stands |
| alex | What they want top see it this standing up unsupported, walking without bumping, I've really arrived on this planet in 18 months |
| Frame | 7 |
| Description | A cat grave in the garden |
| alex | Just as poor Clyde shuffles off this mortal coil |
