Let's Try This Again

Another lesson? Shrike was groaning at the very thought of it. No, no, no a million times no! Shrike would move miserably, heading his father's call but not exactly very enthusiastic. His italian was still rocky... but he understood the word lesson all too well. The boy would not move in his normal energetic way, showing his displeasure at the activity his dear father wanted him to participate in. He would arrive first, much to his dismay yet again, and he would plop down in a rather depressed manner. He would look up at his dad, giving a groan. "Dad... do we have to?"

"Hear me talk," 'But read my thoughts!'