Redhawk Caldera On trees and birds and fire

Although he found the impromptu story rather amusing, it just wouldn't do not to give her some shit about it. "That's the best you got, Fin? Oh, man, here I was, thinking you were brilliantly creative after you dropped Rodney on me... but that is the dumbest thing I've heard in my whole life. Oh, man —"

That was right about when Finley slipped suddenly. Not only was he giving her shit, the caldera seemed to be of a like mind. When she righted herself to reveal a smelly brown smear down her chest like some sort of horrible bib, he gawped at her, then busted into loud laughter.

He wasn't too busy laughing to leap out of reach when she stretched a foreleg out to him. "No touchy, Shitley," he taunted. "Whatever you do, don't wash off in the lake up there," he added, then motioned toward Lake Rodney. "But I'm sure Rodney won't mind if you filthy his waters. He's big enough that it won't make a big difference, especially considering all those skanky ducks that must shit in him all day err'day."