Stavanger Bay the live oak tree and the big bay moon

It was a mean fox — or maybe they were all this way. Maybe that was part of fox culture, or maybe he smelled as bad to the fox as the fox smelled to him. Either way, he decided he didn't like a voice being raised to him, regardless of the size of the creature raising it.

I'm not being nice, I'm just not being loud, he pointed out, a little grumpily. Is there something I can help you with?

Just to prove it, he made a little lunging feint toward the fox — but even then, his folllow-up tail wagging was automatic. Dutch didn't quite know how to be not nice.