cub

On Christmas Day in 2017, he saw a small bear cub run across his yard.

Blame the mother wolf, wild with grief for her slain cubs, and the vengeful curse she had unleashed upon the admiral and all his tribe!

“Sonnets, too lovey-dovey,” Alexander agreed, for he and his siblings tended to stick together, like cubs in a litter, one might say.

“Aren’t you a silly cub? Pirates don’t live in the woods.”

“Children? A pack of wolf cubs would be more like it.”