"Daddy, how do you spell crumple-horn snorlacky?" Mallory crawled up her father's chair into his lap. She had a big pad of lined paper, a little pencil, and a curious expression.

"It's crumple-horned snorKACK," Fletcher answered, turning a page in his newspaper.

"SnoreKLACK," Mallory repeated, crossing something out on her paper. She blinked at him expectantly.

Fletcher sighed. "D-i-c-t-i-o-n-a-r-y."

"D-i-c-can you repeat that?"

"No, go look it up." Grinning, Fletcher tore his eyes away from the paper. "You won't learn it otherwise."

Moments later, a little voice called out from the bookshelf, "Daddy, what letter does crumple-horn snorklack start with?”