Redtail Rise well he shot him with a mighty big number

indra grumped, her head still placed on her paws. her tail stopped moving and she eyed the man sourly. no play meant BORING. every child knew play was nobler than work -- what was wrong with him?

she was not brave enough to ask that, though the question begged to be spoken -- the tip of her black nostrils twitched as she struggled to not let her inner-laurel surface. "what do you do for fun then?" she ventured quietly, her batlike ears pressed forward in rapt attention.