Norm sent me an email:

Dear Monstrous Killer Death Lizard Rex,

As an expert wrangler, I spent the better part of the day yesterday chasing down a snack for you.

Enjoy.

Your wrangler,

Norm

Despite his penchant for tranqing me for no good reason (sometimes, things need to be stomped, Norm. It’s the law of nature.) and despite his penchant for dressing me so ridiculously it makes my eyes roll back in my head, sometimes Norm is awesome.

Look what he caught for me!

I’m going to set this thing free full-speed down the Boulevard and then pretend it is a fleeing and weeping velociraptor. I relish the chase.

Hey! Norm, where’s the relish?

RAWR!