Northstar Vale It's "Can I get a witness?" time

There she was looking hella… well, he wasn’t gonna call her fat. She did look round, though. Jack had a momentary vision of his mother rolling down a hill, legs stuck straight out. He was forced to tuck his lips into his teeth and bite down to keep from laughing at the mental picture.

Jack’s ears perked tall on his head when she asked him to pull out her whiskers.

Oh shit! Slow to catch up.

Thought those were like- super whiskers or something. You wrestled a whole porcupine?

Jack Snipe thought that was metal. He squinted at the quills that were lodged in her face. The boy wasn’t sure if there was a special process to pulling those suckers out, but he figured he could give it his best. They looked fat enough to get a grip on, anyway.

Hold still, mother dearest, the boy snickered before reaching for the nearest quill.