Stan. it's my neighbour's workshed. At least that's what he calls it. It's really a repository for every scrap of wood he's ever cut off the piece he's using. Cub didn't know he shouldn't be asking me for food. He was a bit bigger than he looks. Just old enough to be all legs.

The world cries out for such: he is needed & needed badly- the man who can carry a message to Garcia