He frog-blinked. "...A roast of what...?"

But the goose wasn't followed or pestered any further. With a poof, he was back to his original self. "Anyway, we know it's a dog of some kind. I doubt it's the sleepy guy."

He looked back. "...But if it is a dog, then maybe we can ask ol' Bramble to sniff around a bit, get a direction on where our guy might be sticking around until nightfall. He can't be far if he's been hitting the village the last couple of nights."