Their little spontaneous expedition had seemed so promising at first, but now — “Whose bright idea was it again,” Praelia called to her haphazard party behind her as she careened down the slippery slope, ears pinned back to her skull, “to go this way?” Honk said Anser the goose, flapping his wings to keep pace with his courser, as if to say, not me. “Not mine,” Mason shouted back, ears similarly pinned, but at least he’d been second in th...