[Once Billy arrives, West sits up and smiles at him, then resumes his peeking under the bed.]

It is. Here--

[He sticks his arm under the bed and holds his hand out to the weasel, trying to coax it over. He feels whiskers brush against his palm as the animal sniffs it, then a set of tiny teeth clamp on his wrist]

Ow!

[He pulls his arm back and glares at the animal]