While camping in the woods, Fleegle nose bumps me awake in our tent. I flick on the flashlight and point it at him, the fur on his head is bunched up in wrinkles and his ears are on alert, listening.
“Did you hear that?” he asks.
I rub my eyes. “Hear what?”
“You didn’t hear it?”
“It must be very quiet in your world with your hearing being so weak.”
“With you around? Not really,” I say. “This thing you heard, what did it sound like?”
“Like an owl farting.”
“I didn’t know they could.”
“I didn’t either. Why do you think I’m so troubled? All won’t be right in the woods if it’s hoo-h’HOO-toot-toot.”
I flick off the flashlight. “Fleegle, go back to sleep.”