Phoenix Maplewood Conglomerate

"Okay," she agreed with a bob of her head, eager to get the hang of hunting a new species. She was not as crazy about birds or hunting as Daddy was, but she understood that it was an important skill. Besides, she wanted Sunny to know that she was good at stuff. "How do you hunt pheasants?" she asked, trotting along beside him. She guessed it wasn't much different than hunting other small creatures, but you never knew when there was some special, secret rule. Like with porcupines, where the rule was, Easy, don't! Get away from that thing!

Whatever. It'd smelled pretty edible to her.