Agrippa Primus is a Cane Corso of no club, the kind of pup small terriers walk around without admitting why. Pups near the leaning tree say Agrippa Primus once stayed up all night arguing with a chip of blue tile from beneath the flying den, and won. Glassbirds appear to recognize Agrippa Primus, which says more about the birds than about whoever was watching. Agrippa Primus keeps a private promise to leave nothing important undone before the next strange morning.