Heron Lake Plateau I'm a police officer. I'm a police officer and I want a cup of tea.

Yeah, at least Owen was fine.  Quixote's tail wagged slowly behind him.  And hiccups!  Wasn't being freaked out by something supposed to cure 'em, not cause them?  Eh, whatever.  Do you want to play or is that enough for now?

Except when he barely finished the question, that was when Owen started up again, he quickly looked in the direction indicated and --- didn't see anything?  Uh.  Oh.  Wait.  The antler?  Trying to keep from chuckling, he looked back to his son, It's ok.  You can yell at it all you want and it's gonna just sit there.  I promise you, it's just for you to chew on.  It's like a fancy stick!  Maybe it'd get through to him.  Or not.  Quixote wasn't sure how much was just kids being goofy and how much was them just being themselves.