"You're- our Fox General, we want to feed you," he protests instantly, worried the General might change his mind. And if there had been a bit of hesitation as he stopped himself from claiming him as his General, well, it was a very brief one.

He scrunches up his nose a little at the rest, at the idea of the ducks being neighbors. "Maybe I'll tell Hevy that the next time he says I should be eating them, not feeding them."