Northstar Vale Shiny toy guns.

Jack had been napping. His midsection was slouched over a fallen log, just round enough to support him so that his front paws dangled a few inches from the earth. He had tried to leap over it and had gotten stuck. Unable to swing his back legs over the round tree, he had decided that he'd make some lemonade out of these lemons. And it wasn't a bad napping place, all things considered.

When his mom's voice filled the vale, Jack jumped awake with a startled growl. He'd made himself lightheaded, sleeping so long in that position. With his front paws, he pushed himself off the log and landed with a sploot on his butt. A frazzled and tired expression was worn on his face but it didn't temper his eagerness to see Towhee.

On racing legs, Jack made his way to the borders of Epoch.

Mooooooooom!