Redsand Canyon Stars are born in litters.

All that jostling around was enough to slip not one, but both babies from the warmth of the womb and into the cruel world. Jack plopped out swiftly after his sister, landing on top of her and immediately beginning to squirm. Mud and dirt collected on his body – that would be a nice mouthful for mom when she began to clean them off. Jack did not cease his wiggling.

How dare Towhee evict them like that? They were perfect tenants. They always paid on time, never made too much noise, only threw parties on the weekends. Now, Jack was transient. A dirty little wet blob of puppy and womb juice. Happy birthday, little man – enjoy life. One stubby arm pushed at Leona with the same force as a blade of grass.