This morning's prompt is 'little ducklings'.

"Like little baby ducklings, or puppies, all huddled up snug and warm."

Ben started then froze. His hand was-

He extricated his very numb arm from under both mother and child and glared at Brenda.

"That looked sweet and wholesome." The smile disappeared and she lay a hand on the mother's forehead, warm, too warm. But at least not cold.

"How's our patient doing today? Did we ever get a name out of them, yesterday?"

"Carol, Carol and Tom." Something made him add, "and Ben, and Brenda, make four."