EDIT: If you can't review this chapter, it is probably because you reviewed the original version. You can try reviewing the next chapter.

If you can't review the next one either, it's because you reviewed the second chapter of the original story; (the revised version only has one chapter, but FanFiction is kind of weird about these things). I am 100% positive that you will be able to review the Note aka chapter three of this story. Sorry for the confusion!

A/N. Hi! If this is your first time stumbling across this story, you're very lucky that you have just missed the original version, which was horribly written and thought out! I hope you enjoy this edited and reconstructed version of Snuggles.

If you aren't a newcomer, then you may probably remember the part where I wrote in which Elvis and Cassida, his girlfriend, ate chocolate in vengeance against the Easter Bunny. I've learned my lesson and taught myself a few things; I won't be ignorantly harming animals this time around.

Enjoy!

Snuggles

He wasn't sure what this was called, but he knew it made his coat feel warm and it made him feel good.

Elvis wondered if others felt the same way. He had seen his family do something similar on many occasions.

When the lanky, coated man returned home, looking upset, which, Elvis noted, would happen frequently, the ancient woman would walk up to him and wrap her arms around him, taking him to the couch and rubbing his back as he pressed his face into her hair. Elvis was always confused as to why the man was laughing when he always came home looking so sad. The shaking of his shoulders meant that he was laughing, right? But Elvis couldn't understand why was his face always so watery after the woman sat him on the couch. Was he sad or happy?

Did the action make him feel bad? Elvis wondered.

He wondered.

What had he been thinking about?

Elvis had a feeling he had been thinking about wet faces before. Oh, yes. He remembered a time in which people wrapped their arms around each other. They had watery faces, but they were smiling. The ancient lady and the elderly wolf man (though he wasn't a wolf anymore) had taken some bears and some people into her scary moving box to follow the sisters and the flying boy.

When Elvis jumped out of the car, he remembered seeing a larger box with wheels, one that was much longer than the one he had arrived in, on its side, with the two sisters near it. They had unusual expressions on their faces when they looked at Elvis' group, and starting running towards them. The woman and the man that had just opened their eyes not too long ago met the sisters in the middle, wrapping their arms around each other, their faces wet as well.

Elvis felt that they were all very sad, and yet they all had their mouths turned up, baring their teeth, but not in the scary way. They were very sad, but smiling. He was also confused, but it seemed that the action of pressing against other human beings was comforting, because they returned to the car with good smiles (until the open-eyed man said something, but Elvis thinks that is a thought for another day).

Another time, he recalled, was when the loud children were watching on the bright box inside the house, and the blonde ones fought the whole time over what "movie" to watch. Eventually, his brown-haired friend picked out one that involved a blue dog and the little black-haired friend, beaches, and big red flying boxes, so they stopped fighting. Elvis had woken up, hearing his brown-haired friend giggle. He glanced over to see the blondes were wrapped in each other, and by his friend's expression, it was a good thing. But when they woke up, they got even louder, with red faces and angry looks which confused Elvis yet against. So, he followed the blonde girl to her room after stomping away, and was pleased to see that she smiled after closing the door. So she did feel good, but didn't want anyone else to know -Elvis guessed the fairy boy felt the same.

At the time, the blonde girl looked at Elvis, saying, "Don't let a single soul know, okay, big guy?"

Elvis had made a noise of agreement, so when his brown-haired friend asked him if "Sabrina" had looked happy, he nodded. Because as long as he didn't tell "single soul", he could tell anybody.

It was on days when the kids were quiet that he enjoyed the -still- unnamed action the most. When the blonde girl girl wasn't screaming and the flying boy wasn't cackling, and his brown-haired friend wasn't dancing around the house, he could lie down on the ground without having to worry about being disturbed.

Elvis' tail wagged. Oh, he remembered.

When the master of his beloved would decide to stop by to talk to the sweet ancient lady over hot drinks in heavy cups, bringing his dearest along, he and his lady could rest against each other, his larger frame covering hers.

Oh, he remembered. Right now.

While she curled her fluffy tail around his, he rested his head near her neck, and a desire to nuzzle her face surfaced.

Right now.

He felt warm and happy.

He still didn't know what to call the action that he had seen others do and that he had done himself, but Elvis could describe it as being warm and full of "love", a term he had come to learn through words and actions.

"Elvis, we love you!" his family would always say.

His beloved licked the side of his face, pressing herself against his side even more.

Love was very warm and good.