“Where to next?” Franky asked, cheeks still bulging with fresh orphan-farmboy.

“We have meat and rags covered, but we still need snacks, rot, and some gear for the clubhouse,” Zai said. “And I think the park will have to wait another day, new motherhood seems tiring.” He looked down at Maika contentedly nestled into the carriage, partially coiled up, all her legs laced across her underbelly. “For when she wakes up,” said Zai, placing a piece of meat into the carriage and tucking the rest away.

“Now Franky, now that we are settling into our new clubhouse,” Zai said while pushing the carriage, “It is important you start your education at a new school.”

“Can I have that one!?” Franky asked, pointedly ignoring talk of the new school

“You can pick out THREE, but ONLY if you LISTEN,” Zai enunciated carefully

“Mmkay, I want a blue one,” said Franky as he plucked the chair off of a porch.

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

“...Franky…” Zai said slightly more tersely.

“FINE” Franky capitulated when Zai didn’t complain about the new furniture.

“So is there anything you would like your new school to be like?” Zai said, now resuming to push the carriage down the streetways past more porches.

“Ummmm…. Lots of stuff to eat!” Franky said, now realizing the conversation is a little more interesting than he thought at first. “Oh, and red uniforms so that they look the same after I eat.”

“Oh, then grab that one there!” Zai pointed at some red clothes hanging from a child half hiding behind a door.

Franky plopped down the blue chair by the carriage and excitedly ran over to the child. “Sorry! I need these for my new school!” The child slammed the door shut at this request.

“What do you say when you take people’s things, Franky?” asked Zai.

“ay I PLEATH BOWWO’ your clofes?” Franky asked, talking around the last bits of door, much to the child’s growing horror.

“And don’t talk with your mouth full!”