We can go to see a show, but I'll make you pay

Elwood had learned that he could never anticipate what would happen when he touched one of the firebirds. They each had their own little personality, but it was a crap shoot as to whether they would squeal, fart, pee themselves, or vomit. So when he touched Nightjar, he watched with curious eyes and pricked ears, wondering just how the rotund puppy would respond.

He was rewarded with a couple of burps and a sneeze, along with the tiniest of yips. The Beta male smiled, his tail swishing against the ground behind him. "Nice one, dude," he praised, laying his forepaw down an inch or so away from the pup's twitching nose.