It had to be my mother. My birth was witnessed. By my father, the midwife, and the diviner. My stars were aligned in no untold way. So it must have been my mother. I'm certain, though, blame of the matter relies on the crafty fox. It began like it always does. With good intentions. Tea was steaming merrily on the desk he had been settled at and I drank as much as I could hold. Nausia over took me after a moment and I found myself once again connected to the chi. And blissfully without a muzzle. Really mother, how could you?