Silver Creek Pardon me, are you Aaron Burr, sir?

His wailing was halted by a faint voice calling to him. His mother. Of course, the boy's ears were not perfect - he could not hear very well, but he did hear his mother and his head turned in an attempt to find her. It seemed that she found him first. He huffed lightly as he was pulled closer to his mother's warmth, and he gave a small wag of his tail.

It was at this moment, however, that he barked happily and his eyes opened. Not completely, but they were open. He screeched in panic, the bright colours seeming to blind him despite being in a shady den. He was scared! So many colours, so many lights!