A shrug. “Well, I dunno.” The only way to get him to read, Dale reflected, is to involve some sort of superhero or science fiction type of plot. That was a yarn he was ever delighted to spin, he expressed as his ears picked up and smiles returned.

“Chipper was always the readin’ type. Ya gotta sit down and think when ya read, I can’t stand it.” He folded his arms and turned at an angle in mock protest, his wagging tail betraying this.

“I’m the doin’ type. You and Chipper are the thinkin’ type I guess?”