Redhawk Caldera today's not so bad

Eljay's tail wagged a few beats as Uncle P offered him a thank-you for his work done. Being around Uncle P always seemed so effortless, for some reason. When he was around mommy and daddy Eljay always felt like a constant disappointment, like he wasn't good or fast enough, especially when they tried to coax him into doing things he didn't want to do (like crossing the borders). Uncle P seemed to just focus on the good stuff most of the time, and without even trying Eljay felt like he was doing things right most of the time.

"What's a —" Eljay asked, but he stopped himself mid-sentence before he said something dumb. Catching Zees. Z's. Sleeping, probably. "Bye, Uncle P!" He didn't wish Uncle P any good night's rest of any sort, because Eljay was still not a hundred percent sure he was correct about the meaning of the Z's anyway. Eljay yawned after all this thought of sleeping and then started to go back home to mommy and daddy, where he would excitedly tell them about all the helpful things he did, in hopes of eleviating their disappointment a little.