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Now, not only was James weirded out and misnamed, he was also insulted. He would correct her endlessly, his hate for being misnamed, with now little hope for her to remember his name. "Its James," he pointed out. "And its not that small..." he mumbled, his confidence slowly diminished by this insane wolf.

 But when Moshy told him to go some sand, he wondered if this would be the end of his sanity. Nonetheless, he kept the black wolf distracted. He came back, dropped the sand, like how a young child would, showing off. His expression was on the other side of the spectrum, an adult, tired of babysitting the metaphorical child. "Here is your sand."