Heron Lake Plateau imma lick that, stick that,

Elwood could have continued to eat while Tegan talked, but he directed his full attention to his son's narration. Not because he believed it, necessarily -- although I'm not saying he didn't believe it, either! -- but because Tegan was a damn good story-teller, and the outrageous details just added to the excitement of the tale.

"Oh, shit," he replied; he wasn't usually one to curse, but somehow it seemed appropriate to match Tegan's own style of speaking. "Thank god it only got your whiskers!" His bright eyes and pricked ears implored the boy to continue.