My son Hazel was recently ambushed by a most uncivilized creature. Naturally, he survived: He is my son, after all. The editor has been fussing over him nonstop, which I suppose is acceptable… though he was already quite magnificently spoiled.
As you can see, he is healing beautifully. In fact, today he demanded a walk. He is brave and dramatic. Clearly, he takes after me.
