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"Me neither," he responded, face falling. Aw, shucks. Now HE felt sad, now, too! He knew what Rad was referring to--their father's absence, their mother's scarcity, the change of territory. Everything was so wrong, when it used to be so right. He wished he had answers, but he didn't.

Timmy was just about to give Radcliffe his usual advice--"Don't be sad; let's play!"--when the new huntress appeared, a hare in her mouth. Mood brightening at the prospect of food, Tim leapt to his paws and bounced around, trying to grab the prey from her. He seized one leg in his jaws and tugged, ending up losing his grip and falling over.

"Hi Desde--Desdeeeechoooo!" His attempts to say her name were interrupted by a loud sneeze, and, snot dripping down his muzzle, he peered up at her expectantly.