Cheesy Bread

Her excitement infecting him roused her even more, and with her mohawk standing on end she bounced in place, then spun once to expend some of that rising energy. "Oh I hope she can watch! I'm super super super excited! It's ok if you win but I'm gonna try real hard to win cuz..." She paused, a little flustered that she didn't really have a real reason to want to win. "Well, cuz I wanna win. An' if I don't that's ok cuz I'll work real hard and get better an' then next time I'll win!" She flopped back down, her tail wagging hard in the dust. "But I decided what I'm gonna be when I grow up. I'm gonna be a good fighter too but I wanna make music too. An' I'll make up music and go 'round and ever'one will come to listen to it. Maybe I'll write a song about you! Because you're my best friend! And best friends do things like that." She didn't know if best friends did things like that, but just like her impulsive decision that he was her best friend, she decided that yes, best friends wrote songs for each other. She wriggled. "What you gonna be when you grow up?"