This year we were marching with Island Jungle—feathers fluffed, music blasting, and plenty of jungle juice going around. I start making my way to the back of the parade—past the high school marching band, past Faith’s parade, past Tropic Air. I had to yell, “Guys! The events and characters depicted in Wolfe’s Woofer by Melody S. Wolfe are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.