First mention of Fairbanks in Mrs. Plansky Goes Rogue. (I love writing animal characters as some of you may have noticed.)

Lucrecia had left the thermos-style carafe on the table, plus an extra mug. Mrs. Plansky poured and sat down, not opposite her dad but sideways to him, partly so she could enjoy the view, but also so she could keep an eye out for Fairbanks. Like many gators in the ponds, lakes, springs, and backwaters of Florida, Fairbanks had been given a harmless-sounding name by the locals, in his—or possibly her—case by Ms. Pietsch of condo #9, a retired professor of film history who’d been the first to encounter Fairbanks on a morning kayak paddle some months before and sold out soon after.