One morning, Scout had dragged you outside to teach you something… How to play baseball!

You and him were good friends, and he wanted to share his interest with you, and being the good friend you are, you happily agreed.

“Sweet! Thanks, Pally! C’mon, I’ll go get into the position I taught ya and I’ll be the pitcher!” Scout said enthusiastically, pointing at a makeshift base they’d made and standing nice and far away to pitch the ball to you.