Wheeling Gull Isle dance with me and shake your bones.

The smell of fishy excrement was so foul that even Towhee retched. It didn’t help that she could feel it smearing her entire backside, all hot and sloppy.

Same, girl, same, Towhee said when Harley yacked, then raised her voice to call to whichever adult was inside with the pups, Someone had an accident in the foyer. I’m gonna go get some ferns to clean it up, even though the honest truth was that almost all of the mess was on her.

Glancing down at Harley, Towhee reached out to pat her on the head to say, Sorry about the smell. Don’t tell on me, okay? before scuttling away to wash her bottom.