There were no animals in the Junkyard, and very few even in this new, twisted world. Gale had no idea how to care for such a creature, but he cradled it in his hands, admiring its simple and delicate beauty.

"Thank you," he said sincerely. "I will treasure it. I have never received a gift before."

He hesitated, then looked up at Michael with concern in his green eyes. "What does it eat?"