Redhawk Caldera Goonies never say die!

A palpable sense of excitement had swept through the pack over the past few days. “You have a brand new nephew,” his mother had explained at one point. Caracal had laughed and laughed at that silly word. It had made him think of sneezes and farts, or maybe both (snarts?).

When Towhee’s voice broke this morning’s silence like a particularly loud gong, the little boy was taking his first whizz of the day and practicing lifting his leg like his dad. (Next, he wanted to practice his strut, like he’d seen his mom doing lately.) The noise startled him and he staggered, losing his balance and falling onto his butt, which caused his urine stream to arc through the air, sparkling in the morning sunlight.

He burst into laughter at the hilarious sight, then looked around frantically. MOM! Caracal yelled, momentarily forgetting her howl came from elsewhere. DAD! TIERRA! SPHYRA! AUNTIE WOO! MEEKA! He ran out of air and sucked in a breath before exclaiming, I’M PEEING ON THE SKY!!!!!

Author: Kat