Dial Tone

Tazzy wasn't like the other boys, and that was okay. He was raised with two sisters and pretty much had a third. He didn't have a father and was raised by two women, so it was really no surprise how girly the boy came out to be. So to essentially be playing dress up with Morte was to be expected. Painting each others faces with some sort of make up like paint and spending their day laughing at each other and what they created.

He pouted when it came time to go to the meeting and even more when he had to wash his face off. They were so pretty! All was well again though when he and Morte had a short splash fight in the water though. He was absolutely soaked, but it was worth it! He liked to think he won that fight, but in reality he very much lost. It certainly didn't stop his chest from puffing out as he walked alongside Morte on their way to the meeting though, making her laugh the whole way in an attempt to help her forget about the constant ache in her paws. Laughter was the best medicine, right?

As they arrived, he ran up to his mother and greeted her with a quick kiss as Widow and Morte settled down nearby. He was gone just as quick though, easing himself down next to Morte and letting her lean against him with a smile.

"Speech!"

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