“Listen, I know it is the year of the rat, but please do not tell Santa where I am hiding. First, he had me practicing with the Inuit on a komatik. Then, he had me drag a travois with the Chippewa. Now, it is *his* turn to be tethered—for when my confidant crane lets out her caw, our fawna friends are set to strap him to an overbooked, ramshackle rickshaw!” ; )