Shoot, right, his manners. He could do manners. He could probably do manners. Well… maybe. Warden reached out in an effort to affectionately chomp at his brother’s snoot as he arrived, grinning the whole way. At the stink eye from mum, though, he straightened up. Uncle Dread. Okay, that was… this one. How did they have so many aunts and uncles? Like, so, so many. How was he meant to keep track of them all? Not only that, they had cousins too. So many. More than they’d met, even. But that one was Dread, and Warden could probably remember that.
Mum was talking about… falling. Is that why there was a leaf pile? Warden was hopeful. Maybe they’d get to fall on the leaf pile. Falling was fun, it was sorta like flying. His brow furrowed as mum gave them instructions, though. They had to wiggle first. Warden could do that. He could wiggle. When Halo told them to wiggle, the boy wiggled all the way to the ground. Yeah, here he was, wiggling away. On the ground, still wiggling. Heck yeah.
And the instruction changed. Warden sprung back to his feet, going all tense and scrunchy just like mum asked. He mimicked Dread, scrunching everything up, all the way to his face. Looking all silly and growly for a moment, before relaxing back to normal. Mum was talking about landing on the squishy bits, too. Without a moment of hesitation, Warden throws out an answer to her question. “The butt!” That was the squishiest thing he could think of, after all.
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