Heron Lake Plateau Is he sleepin'?

Since this little firecracker was presently a Very Young Prince and she could maybe still get in trouble for even being around him, she was glad he cooperated.  

But she was even more thrilled to hear the news about Screech.  Voluntary movement.  It meant something, right?  Thanks, kid.  Hey so, if I grab you like, the biggest, marrowiest bone, will you sneak back to your den so neither of us get in trouble?  I don't think we're allowed to be friends yet.

She scuffed the ground, flicked her ears back.  Sorry I said those things.  I just.  You probably shouldn't say those words.  Um.  Pussy, cojones, or fuck.  Any of them.