Venus and Zoonie were relaxing in Venus’ hammock near her beach house.
They were sharing meat and red pepper kebabs with glasses of orangeade.
As they ate, Venus had something on her mind.
“Zoonie…do you ever get bullied?”
Zoonie’s head lowered softly. He whimpered.
He could just remember the terrible day Commander Zero yelled at him.
Venus sighed and placed her kebabs on the nearby table.
She held Zoonie close and hugged him.
“Oh, Zoonie. I do love you so much. It wasn’t Commander Zero’s fault you’re too much trouble.”
“It’s just how I raised you.”
“I taught you to walk from an early age. I bottle fed you, I played with you…”
Zoonie pointed at his bottom. Venus giggled.
“Oh, and change your nappies too, but that was when you were a baby.”
“But most remarkable of all was, when you were three, you said your first word.”
A smile spread on Zoonie’s pathetically cute face.
“And what was your first word, Zoonie?”
Zoonie’s lips trembled.
Then, he said it.
“Hoooowdy folks! Welcome home!”
Venus was in emotionally happy tears.
She playfully hugged him close.
“Yes! I love you, Zoonie!”
“Hooowdy folks!” cheered Zoonie.
Venus’ voice became a lot quieter.
“And it’s not just for your mischief. It’s for how I raised you to be more than my pet…
My son.”
THE END.
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