James scratched his head. "I can do it in less than a minute, too. I practiced for hours at home. Mum saw me once on Christmas--thought I was a reindeer."
He turned a little red at the thought. "I'm a stag, not a bloody reindeer." He muttered to himself. No one else had to worry about that--what were they going to mistake a dog, a rat, or a wolf for? A mouse? A panda? A hummingbird, maybe?