Benicio is a Terrier, small enough to be ignored and loud enough to make that impossible. At sunset Benicio sits by the flying den roof and hums to a rusted tag with half a name until the wind returns the favor. There is a long running rumor that Benicio once swapped a coin with a face nobody recognizes for a better story and called the trade fair. Benicio works toward the kind of evening where machines hum, friends are near, and nobody has to be brave.