The Island of Misfit Toys

Rhyme’s attention became quickly drawn to the primate that accompanied the man. He couldn’t help but eye his paws a bit enviously, curious about how crafty its hands were. Rhyme turned his gaze back to Odysseus features as his assumption was affirmed. He explained further, this was a candidate for his new den. Rhyme found his gaze travelling up the trunk of the old tree.

"And you as well. Not a bad choice," again he found himself reminded of what he had claimed as his maple tree. "I also hear I owe you thanks for getting Shaye back home." He looked back down the trunk at Ody as he spoke of Shaye’s misfortune.