Heron Lake Plateau plight of the lemon children

The particular patch of soil he'd found for his cache was hard-packed and more clay-like than he anticipated, so it took some time before a sizable dent was made. In that time, a dark figure caught sight of him and drew closer.

He didn't notice Quixote until he was much closer, and only turned an ear when he heard his name spoken aloud. The boy turned his head so he could glance at the bearer of the masculine voice and recognized the dark wolf from that long ago day of conflict; the way he carried himself told Screech all he needed to know. This was the Quixote everyone kept talking about.

He busied himself with the cache for a moment and didn't respond until the duck had been lowered in to the soil. Before covering it, he paused and remarked, So you boned my sister, eh? I'm gonna be an uncle? His voice was about as deadpan as his expression as he began to cover over the duck, slowly adding the soil back in to the hole. The ducks pale-barred feathers soon turned a dull orange-red.