‘You’re so talented, Mr. MacRyrie,’” Berg mocked his sister in a high-pitched voice, watching as she waved at the SUV carrying the bear and wolf. When the car turned the corner, the piece of wood his sister had been holding came flying at his head. He ducked, the wood flew past him and rammed into the head of poor Dag, who’d been coming around the corner of the house. “Motherfucker!” Britta cringed before blaming Berg. “See
