A different sort of dance

Mumma sure did talk a lot, but talking wasn’t fighting.

Sure it all sounded important, but the small girls attention span just wasn’t there for this sort of lesson. Her paws continued to dance impatiently and she barely bit back a sigh as she mimicked her mother’s actions. She wasn’t big or fast. She was short and very round, so where did that leave her? Should she just give up on fighting all together and focus on cooking instead? She did like food…

The girl dove in to take a snap at Tachi’s back leg, since he had so conveniently positioned himself to shove his big butt in her face. Surely mum was going to pair them off for fighting in the next few minutes anyway, why not get a head start?

“Speech”