Sleepy Fox Hollow But it only takes what it needs.

Whoops. That was not the reaction Anselm expected. Siku startled, jamming his back end against Anselm’s prized Buttender, loosening the weapon from his jaws. Simultaneously, Siku bashed his head against the den’s roof as the stick clattered loudly to the ground. 

Anselm was left collecting his lost composure. But when he did, poor Siku wasn’t his primary concern — that honor belonged to the stick that laid between the two of them. 

His eyes narrowed as Siku transformed from target to a stick-thief in his mind. Anselm lunged for the stick with Mine! roaring from his mouth. If he grabbed the stick in time he’d hold it aloft like a trophy or a virgin won at the Olympics. If bullying Siku was an Olympic event, Anselm would come home crowned in Gold.