Wheeling Gull Isle take a backseat, or play pharaoh.

The petulant storm that is Dinny rolls through, but too quickly she is gone away where Judah cannot follow.

“Inny!” He calls after her, his ears falling low and tears blurring his eyes. His paw hovers over the threshold of the den before he makes a fearful scurrying retreat back to his little sister.

He looks down at the crinkled bug shell then into her questioning eyes. “Inny don like you cause you lawud an cwy too mush an eat stoff an Ami alway wid you an nod Inny oh Mal oh Simmy. Oh Juju,” He explains simply.

“But I like you um cause I’m yeouh big bwuddah.”