Yellow did obediently what a baby is expected to do: drinking milk, sleeping, shitting, and crying in bed… because of his remaining guilt and memories of his past life.
Days passed by.
In his half a year in this new home of his, when his emotions got settled down, he finally realized…
'This guy carrying me… is way too fast in entering and leaving the room… like every time…'
'and the *woosh* and the *swoosh* sound effects when he leaves and enters'
'and this… my new mother, what's with '&*$% (light)', and '%%$@ (dim)'? Are the lights here voice controlled?'
'Am I in the very distant future?'
'But the room's décor… wood there, animal pelt there, wood here, animal pelt that, wood those, and no cotton diapers… animal pelt it is…'
'But the diapers and clothes are comfortable, so are they just overly nature-themed minimalistic?'
Yellow's baby head is supported by his baby left arm, in his contemplation of the strange things around him.
He is still thinking when suddenly,
"^^%$@@??" ("Little kid, follow what I do, okay?")
He got patted on his head by the middle-aged-looking man carrying him.
The old man pointed to his right arm and did a thumbs up, and after, he made Yellow mimic the action by helping him arrange the fingers in his little baby arm. He also did an 'okay' sign and made Yellow do it too by helping him.
Yellow, having a thought process of an adult, realized what the old man is making him do.
The old man then pointed again to his right arm. The man first raised his right arm, then he slowly and almost languidly swayed it to his left, then forcefully swiped it forward.
*Whoosh!*
'!!!!!'
What came from that action is a small burst of wind. The animal pelt of a large lion in the corner of the room got swayed heavily.
'What the fuck!?'