"Is this really fish?" Hank scratched his head, looking completely baffled.
"Don't worry about it—just eat," Big Ears replied, brushing it off. Truth was, he'd brought back a decent haul of fish, but the journey home had taken over a week. The meat had spoiled along the way, and he'd been forced to eat it himself, leaving behind only a pile of bones.
Hank didn't seem to mind. He grabbed a handful of fish bones, shoved them into his mouth, crunched down a few times, and swallowed.
Even though it was just bones, there was still a hint of flavor left.
"Mmm, not bad!"
"Right? Tastes pretty good, huh?" Big Ears asked, watching him.
Hank was genuinely touched. He threw an arm around Big Ears' shoulder and gave him a hearty pat. "You're the best, Big Ears. My brother for life!"
"..."
Just then, a hulking figure approached from the distance—Bulldozer. His voice was low and serious. "Enough messing around. Boss says you two need to herd the pigs."
