Sun Mote Copse What up, I'm Jared, I'm 19, and I never f*cking learned how to read

It wasn't quite right but Meerkat bobbed her head, pleased by the smaller child's efforts. -"YES, GOOD!"- she praised, beaming, rump wiggling with the energetic swing of her tail. She tittered when Quetzal bounced toward her, swiping out a forepaw to bat at her shoulder but gently, like a kitten.

She heard Towhee say something behind her and turned to catch it. -"Sorry, kiddo, my tank's empty,"- she was saying to Quetzal. Meerkat noticed she spoke slowly and signed emphatically, more so than she did with Meerkat or others. The pup cocked her head, a sort of knowing smile passing over her face.

Turning back to Q once again, Meerkat's attention span showed its brevity as she gave up on speech therapy and instead asked her little cousling, -"YOU WANNA PLAY, CUTE BABY?"-