“…I stood still as Ramón got back to his feet, took off his belt, and used it to make a collar and short leash that he put on me.

The adults argued with him, making angry slashes at the air with their nets, but Ramón stood his ground. He gave them short answers that sounded confident, but I could smell the sweat of fear on him, and feel the fine tremor of his hand through the length of the leash.”

–from “Saving Scrumpy