Redsand Canyon Denimclad baboons.

It was kind of a rhetorical question. Why wouldn’t they have more next year? Towhee snorted at her own inner monologue. She hadn’t thought she would have any more this year, now her future was teeming with puppies.

Maxim’s reply was cut off when the kids chose that moment to tag-team him, soaking his entire rear end. Towhee guffawed at the sight, eyes glowing. Had Leo and her brother just “velociraptored” her mate, like she’d taught? Gods, she was so proud!

Dad deffo needed a bath, she shouted approvingly to the two Pupuses, especially a butt bath! Thanks!

Some parents would’ve taken this turn of events to joke about cancelling their plans for more. But watching her offspring torture their father brought only delight to Towhee’s wretched soul. Yeah, she wanted some more of that right there.