“No, I can’t imagine the snow and cold is good for something like him.” As it was, he’d had to take Pretzel to his office to warm up. Poor little thing’s paw-pads were too cold after a while. He was pretty sure he had to get Pretzel a coat too, if this was going to last.

Still, it might be neat to see a real sloth in person at some point.

He raised an eyebrow, “So you’re fast and strong?” Even if he wasn’t imagining the same kind of motorcycle Tommy was, it was still a large clunky metal thing. So it’s still an impressive statement!

Finally laced up, he stands. Or sort of stands, sort of wobbles. He’s not even on the ice yet.