Wheeling Gull Isle dance with me and shake your bones.

Despite the relative lack of sensation in her mildly atrophied foot, Towhee did feel those sharp little milk teeth pressing into the webbing between her toes. She winced but didn’t move it, letting Harley exact her revenge for a few moments.

When she grew tired of it, Towhee shook her off and then maneuvered herself so that all four limbs were tucked safely beneath her body. Make that five: she lifted her rump and slung her tail between her legs before settling down again, like a burnt and crusty loaf of bread lodged in the doorway.