Trees still somewhat clothed? Squirrels mucking about? Snow and cold and that chilled through feeling?

All of this you experience and nary a thought for the poor damn Waylon Heron. Did you get him the lined duster, cowboy style waders, or even some little earmuffs for under his cowboy hat? Winter approaches and the poor little fella' is left to fend for himself. Sure, you got your jollies dressing him up and now you turn your back on him as so much crane crap, an unpleasant memory of other times.

What kind of man are you? Do something! And do it now. Mario has finally fulfilled his duty to name Cleigh's little sis and now you must face up to your responsibility. I hope I will not have to speak to you again on this matter.

Spaw