Phoenix Maplewood What kind of house doesn't have salt?

"Cowstop?" Towhee mumbled incredulously. Who had named this child? No, really, where were her parents? Where was her pack? "What're you doing, wandering around all by yourself?" she asked as much.

"You?" Rather than answer her directly, Towhee decided to play a little game. "I forget. I think I need a new one anyway. What would you call me, if you had to pick out a name?"