                I took a nice deep breath before planting my muzzle squarely on her tummy and blowing. A surprising and very unnatural sound fit for Tartarus filled the air. But I was obviously doing something right as the little kindling jolted awake. She gave a loud squeak as she latched all four hooves onto my muzzle for dear life, babbling in some alien language of kindlings, something like 'Awawawawawawawa!'.