Sun Mote Copse we're not weird, we just seem like we are.

Weejay was clearly the good child, or so Finley asserted within thirty seconds of being their primary caretaker. While she obediently snuggled up, the other one went off like a siren. Fin cringed at the noise - another unwelcome reminder of how being a mom sucked sometimes. But he was awful cute - all dressed up like Eljay but with his mother's paint bucket splashed over him. So, she decided not to smush him under a paw. Besides, if she had, she'd have to explain that one to her kids and she wasn't sure how to manage that without coming off as the bad guy.

"Oh, that's enough of that you little button," she said, glancing around. She found the rabbit's leg near Weejay's bum and picked it up. Reaching over, the began to gently bop Elfie on the nose with it, trying to take his attention away from his lost feed bag and switch it to the new, undiscovered toy she'd brought for them.