“Zipper attach,” Ezra wailed.

 

“What’s the matter?” Buck called.

 

“My pant’s zipper is stuck. It nearly caused a nasty injury to a certain part of my anatomy in the process.”

 

“Nearly made yourself a soprano, did ya?” Buck laughed.

 

“Can you release me?” Ezra asked plaintively.

 

Buck knelt down and tried to un-jam the zipper.

 

“Careful, careful,” Ezra pleaded when Buck was rather forceful.

 

“It’s no good. I’ll have to cut you out.”

 

Ezra eyed the large pair of scissors that Buck collected. “You’re not coming near my family jewels with those,” he yelled as he turned and ran away with Buck in hot pursuit.