Quill: Oh My Cod!! I got to go out on the porch tonight. Unfettered! I rolled on the ground and got my furs all dirted up. It. Was. Awesome! I still smell like porch! Right Greyson?
Quill: ::Whispering:: He's still a little crabby because Dad says he's too wild to get to roam free on the porch.
Greyson: I hear you, and I'm not wild! I've raced out on the porch before, and Mom hardly had to chase me! Mostly...
Quill: Did I tell you about the hummingbird that came right up to my face and sassed me?
Greyson: Yeah. Yeah. Hummingbird buzz by, I heard it.
Quill: I cackled right back at it too. I told it what's for. Don't worry, that hummer is not gonna mess with you when you go outside... you know someday.