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For the record, small stray boards have small stray nails in them.
Underneath the boards are three shivering aardvarks, two babies and a mom.
They’re strange looking, I gotta say, with their long piggy snouts and bunny
ears.
“You good?” I ask.
“W-w-w-what was that?” the mother manages to ask.
“Some seriously bad weather.”
“Is it over?”
I consult the wind. “Doubt it.”
“You think everybody’s okay?” she asks.
“Dunno. Sure hope so.”
And then it hits me.
Ivan. Ruby. Julia. George.
“Look, I gotta go,” I say in a strangled voice. “Any part of your indoor den
survive?”
She nods. “Think so.”
“Go there. Lie low.”
“Where’s Pedro?” the littlest aardvark asks.
I feel my head with a front paw. A nice bump is forming. “Who’s Pedro?”
“Our keeper.”
“He’ll come,” I promise.