Hims fuzzly, panthery, most adorba wickle head evers.

"It won't be so bad," Sparkle decided, shrugging his backpack off his shoulders and rearranging the food he'd packed in there for dinner. Peanut butter and banana. Supper of champions. "We got this even if getting you out of the zoo'll be the easy part."

He had to find his own way back to the island. With the saddest panther cub ever in his bag, smushing his sandwiches.