Hushed Willows “I Get Around” — The Beach Boys

Ugh, only my mother calls me that, Finley replied with a cheeky grin and a wink. Call me Fin. And we shall, Poss, he added, throwing an elbow at Opossum before beginning a shuffling walk away from the shadow of the mountain, toward…

He stopped to look sideways at his travel companion. Which direction should we head? You pick. Opossum could have a reason for her choice or it could be totally arbitrary. He didn’t really know his way around (except for the coast), so it wasn’t like Finley could tell the difference. And he assumed there was something edible in any given direction.