From publisher blurb: “We were afraid. But he hasn’t bothered anybody? Hasn’t taken a lamb, even. Just flaps his wings and circles, overhead.” “He sure sheds a lot. His fur comes down, like cotton dust? Makes me sneeze-sneeze-sneeze—I’ve to hide indoors.” “Was a frog in the gutter, this morning, staring at me. Had silver hair growing out its back.”