Heron Lake Plateau another five more short graybles

He felt happy, but the sensation was fleeting. He also felt uncomfortably wet and kind of annoyed that the ducks didn't hang out for more stupid playtime, but he'd have to let that stuff go. Just as Screech finished shaking his head and then prepared to shake the rest of himself, he heard his sister's voice booming over the lakeside, and bolted to his feet as if he'd been doing something horrible and he'd been caught. He turned sharply but didn't see her - then remembered to compensate for his missing eye, and caught her a moment later with a sharp look. It didn't soften, but he did his best to relax backwards on to his haunches again.

Yeah? He murmured, unsure of how he felt about being quizzed - or talked to at all, considering his track record with everyone lately. The boy decided to give her the benefit of the doubt for now (maybe because she had an attack-hawk that could easily peck out his remaining eye, or maybe he was feeling charitable), and added: Okay, shoot.