Sodapop returned, from the places he goes
when we leave him to the roaming, bloodied,
ear ripped and dime-size gash on elbow,
and, like when Grizzle's cheek pretty much
fell off, my heart did it's little dive thing,
the one it reserves for such moments, and,
of course, fattened now as he is, both hims,
on honey-salmon and such super rico treats,
but of course, he, they, we, are fine.
Family, yo.
