Last week I had a concert with Ben Shive and Randall Goodgame in Eagle Point, Oregon. We drove through the rainy, green mountains without spotting a single monster. Truth be told, it worried me. Were the carnivores more cunning in this part of the country? Had they found a way to disguise themselves? Were they grinning toothy grins from under interstate bridges, waiting for some poor traveler's car to break down? Randall and Ben chatted away while we listened to music. But I was fraught with foreboding, and I dared not speak of it, lest the toothy beasts hear and attack!When I reached the church, however, all became clear. Brad Richardson and his family, you see, have read The Wingfeather Saga, and thus knew exactly how to protect themselves against prowling predators and crunching critters. I walked into the dressing room and found this most effective means of toothy cow repellent.Thank you, Richardsons, for keeping us safe.