Northstar Vale I can make anybody go to prison

Duh, mom… it’s cold everywhere, Jack thought to himself. The words remained internal. His mom said that she might be contagious, which he didn’t understand. The young boy thought it was fun that she sounded that way, though. The clogged sinuses gave her a real late night smoker lady voice. If given thumbs, Towhee might have lurched herself against a dark wall and wafted a husky puff of tobacco into the air.

Ohoho! YES! I did. I am the coolest birdcatcher in the world, mom. The number one. EVEN THOUGH IT’S SMALL!

Jack’s eyes grew wide on the little bird before he squinted, almost suspicious of it.

It’s gonna rock your mouth!

The young wolf bounced on his paws.