It took 4 Cracker Jack peanuts laid end to end on the attic windowsill to get Rocky to leap inside for a better look. His stark fur shined in the late afternoon sun, a blazing white, just past blue on the blazing scale. He stared at me for a long while before jumping again to the sill for his treats. He was nervous. Well, so was I, but I sat motionless so as to assure him I harbored no ill intent. We could be friends, Rocky and I. An albino flying squirrel and an eleven year old outcast would make a great pair. I would certainly keep his secrets. I wondered if he would keep mine?
I tossed him a kernel of caramel corn to seal the deal.