He heard a commotion in the corridor outside, Loeb turning as well, a small creature scurrying past the open doorway. Loeb made a small sound, and Roosevelt waited for more, saw his son Archie running past in pursuit. With a hint of alarm, Loeb said, “Which one was that, sir?” “That was Archie, my second youngest.” “No, sir, the animal.” “Oh. That was Josiah, the badger. I call him Josh. You recall, he’s the gift I received on my trip through Kansas. He was but a pup then, but he’s grown into full-blown badgerhood. He can be a bit ornery too. Likes to nibble on legs.
