Ankyra Sound Take me back to when the night was young and another song was sung.

He was suddenly in the spotlight, and the zeal he had displayed was promptly curtailed; he looked from one mother to the next and back, wanting to be impressive but not wanting to commit to something that might be hard. So he was quiet for a minute to think, and blurted: Gulls! Dey are big dumb heads, buh I bet they taste good! He didn't really know what he was talking about since he'd never participated in a hunt before, but they looked like weenies, so how hard could it be? The boy grinned and dug the hole deeper by saying: I catch 'dem!! Poppa hunt -- right? at which point he looked to Rosalyn with a head-tilt and a little tail wag.