"Yeah," he agreed. "My dad would say the same thing, pretty much. The whole, keep out of sight, don't even squeak thing, totally his strategy."

Roddy was just working out if it was really his, though. Sure, he wasn't going to be charging into battle anytime soon, he wasn't stupid, he just...wasn't sure if he wanted to always be hiding.

"But I don't know. I mean, I might be small in the scheme of things? But my teeth are pretty sharp."

But tiny. It didn't mean much to have a bite that could chew through walls if he could be defeated with the swing of a shoe.