January was glad that the man seemed willing to help her get the ball back. It seemed like it would have been quite a feat to do it on her own. The bushes were shuddering with movement and January was mildly embarrassed that her ball seemed to be the most lively one in play thus far.

"It was shaped like a very round chick," January explained. "And it was yellow." Probably to be on theme. Now that she was looking at him without him jumping around, she realized she recognized him. It was Jack Cardew, Captain of the Cannons! Oh, how thrilling!