Dynamite stared ahead, narrowing his eyes at the morning sky. Mushroom was gently brushing his arm and leg fur, which were quickly turning pink for the winter.

Dynamite: "Ugh... I look like some girly ass folder!!!"

Mushroom: "It's just for the winter. You'll live."

Dynamite: "The apoca-"

"You know what I mean."

Mushroom cuts him off with a small sigh, moving the brush to his other arm. Dynamite perks up, but Mushroom just guesses it was a rabbit or something. Dynamite was always paranoid with sounds anyway-

Dynamite: "I heard a whimper."

Mushroom: "Probably just a fox. Or an animal."

Dynamite: "It isn't an animal!! Let's go see!"

He jumps up and runs to the side of the house looking like a pink and red blur. Mushroom sighs again and follows.

"Dynamite, I swear if it's an ani-"

Mushroom bumps into the standing frame of Dynamite. Confused, she peeked over his shoulder only to see a child. A literal CHILD.