Redsand Canyon Hangman is comin’ down from the gallows, and I don’t have very long.

Alright, so being born was something of a wet rollercoaster. After Towhee had gotten them cleaned off and back to a place where they would be a bit safer, Jack found himself growing into the idea of being a baby. One of the biggest benefits of being the baby was that milk was on tap and Leona and Jack had free refills for life – or, well… for several months.

The little Jack Snipe was feeding greedily when the first tremors overtook his mother. He opened his mouth and garbled out a burp. Then she shoved him like a dirty little rat! Pick a lane, mom. Jack squealed with surprise and upset. The milk was gone. The warmth was gone. Everything was just falling apart, and he really didn’t have the patience to sit through it all.

A small round lump of a puppy began to squirm toward his sibling Leona, thinking that the warmth of their body was Towhee's.