Rik objected as all the customers glared angrily at him. Possum Ansel was the most popular chef in the alley, and folks got impatient waiting for their turn to try his famous treats. âHey, P, wake up!â Uncle Rik snapped his claws.
The possum shuddered and shook himself awake. All heads turned from Uncle Rik back to Ansel. His red eyes narrowed.
âYouâve got a lot of nerve coming here, Riky Two Rings,â Possum Ansel hissed, flexing his claws.
A big badger popped his long nose out from the kitchen in the back. He wore an apron over a striped shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his massive elbows. The big white stripe down the center of his face was speckled with chocolate frosting. âYou want me to throw him to the street, Ansel?â
âNow, listen here, Ansel, thereâs no need for Otis to do that,â Uncle Rik spluttered. âIâve got my nephew in from the Big Sky and his friend here, and weâre just trying to get some dinner. I know you and I have had our disagreements in the past, but thereâs no need to resort to violence in front of the youngâuns. Whatever I owe you, I swear I can pay soon. Iâm just a little short on seeds right now, but if youâll waitââ
The badger stepped all the way from the kitchen, his body filling the door, menacing in the way only a badger in an apron can menace.
âHi, Otis, old pal. Youâre looking well these days . . . ,â Uncle Rik simpered.
Otis cracked his knuckles.
âListen, Ansel, I swear Iâll pay for my dinner tonight,â Uncle Rik pleaded.
âYour moneyâs no good here,â Possum Ansel told Uncle Rik. In a corner booth, a skinny pigeon cooed. The tension crackled like a squirrel gnawing through a power line.
âI . . . Iâm just trying to . . .â Uncle Rik was at a loss for words.
âBecause whatever you want is on the house!â the possum exclaimed, throwing his paws up and bursting out in an uproarious laugh. The big badger laughed too, and all the customers cheered and clapped and barked and squawked. âYou gave those Blacktail goons what for, and for that, I thank you! They shake me down once a week and never pay for their food. Any enemy of theirs is a friend of mine. Sit, please. This is your nephew? Handsome lad! And his rodent friend? Sit! Make yourselves comfortable!â
Kit looked around for a place to sit, but all the booths were taken. Possum Ansel immediately jumped from behind the counter and shooed the skinny pigeon from his booth.
âHey, I was sitting there!â the pigeon objected.
âYouâve been there an hour and had one cheese ale and half a cracker!â the possum scolded him. âThese folks are heroes, and theyâre hungry for real food!â
âSorry, Ned,â Uncle Rik apologized to the pigeon, even as he slid into the pigeonâs seat.
âSorry donât smooth my feathers,â the pigeon grumbled and strutted out of the store in a huff. Kit felt bad about taking the birdâs table from him.
âDonât worry about Blue Neck Ned,â Uncle Rik told him. âHeâll find some other place to perch. Always does.â
âIâll get cooking on those casseroles,â said Possum Ansel. âAnd you folks enjoy yourselves. Fresh acorn bread for the table?â
âPlease,â said Kit. He loved acorn bread when his mom made it, and he was happy to taste one small reminder of home.
âOtis, darling, bring these fellows some fresh acorn bread,â Ansel called, and Otis lumbered back into the kitchen.
Once they were alone at the table, Uncle Rik leaned in close to Kit and Eeni. âI need to go talk to that badger for a minute,â he whispered. âYou two eat up. Enjoy yourselves, and Iâll be back soon, okay?â
âOkay,â said Kit, eagerly watching the kitchen door for the arrival of his snack and glad