Danny bursting into the room with a ball of fuzz scampering in from behind him into the kitchen: I found a stray dog!
Jazz: … Was that it just now?
Danny breathless but excited: Yeah! Do you think mom and dad will let me keep her?!
Jazz graciously ignoring the sound of mess being made in the kitchen: … I don’t think that was a dog.
Danny: Of course she’s a dog. I mean she did make a weird noise instead of barking but that’s cause she’s stray and never properly learnt to speak dog.
Jazz peering into the kitchen: That’s … Not how that works. Yeah, Danny, buddy, that’s not a dog.
Danny: Well… Well what is she?
Jazz: … You just let a coyote into the kitchen.
Danny: …
Jazz: It’s fighting a reanimated chicken roast.
Danny: 🥺👉👈 Do you think mom and dad will let me keep it?
Jazz: … I’m kinda just curious about now long it can stay here without them noticing. Oh! The chicken lost.
Danny: I’m gonna name her Biscuits. C'mere Biscuits!
Coyote: *trotts over to Danny and sits between his feet*
Danny: She’s a good coyote. Aren’t you girl, a good coyote!
Jazz: Your affinity for scavenger animals is quite unnerving.
Danny: What do you mean?
Jazz: All the crows around the area know you and give you gifts. Every time we go to the beach the crabs surround you like seagulls. The shark that just swam around you looking for pats. A mama bear tried to take you home with her cubs. That time you brought home an injured eagle that decided to nest on the roof once healed up. Need I go on?
Danny: Isn’t that normal?
Jazz: No! It’s not normal! And we know it’s not a ghost thing because it’s been happening since you were little!
Danny: It has?
Jazz: I wasn’t supposed to tell you but a pack of wolves once claimed you as part of the pack when you wandered off from mom during a national park picnic. You went missing for like … Three days.
Danny: Cool!
Jazz: … Danny I love you but you are so strange.