This little drabble is Tetra as a kid... well a little kid.


The young girl scampered across the market, her blond lightning bolt locks bouncing along with her. She jumped over a small fence while being chased by what looked like a carbon copy of her, but a decade or two older and significantly more exhausted in appearance.

"Baby, come back here! You can't run everywhere like this…" The tired woman called after her toddler child.

The girl stopped bouncing and hung from the tree by her knees upside down. "But why Mommy? It's so much fun!"

The tired mother walked up, plucking her bubbly young child from the tree. "Because Tetra dear, it's rude to run around like that in a crowded market."

Tetra pouted. "But Mommy, we're pirates, it's our job to be rude!"

The older woman just shook her head, "Well listen here little miss. I am a pirate. You just live on a pirate ship."

Tetra fumed slightly. "But I do chores for the ship! That makes me part of the crew!"

"Picking up your toys and wiping up the juice you spill is not crew worthy chores."

Tetra disagreed, "Not-uh!"

The young captain/mother just shook her head again and they continued on to the bank at the top of the hill.

As they stood in the line nearing the front, Tetra was set down so her mother could look for her bank essentials in the pouch on her side.

No sooner had her checkbook been pulled out that her daughter found it a good time to release some pent up energy. She took off in a small whirlwind, knocking down a few bank goers and just about shredding a table in the waiting area.

"Tetra!" Her mother took off after her, jumping an unconscious body and attempting to tackle her crazy daughter, only for her to disappear in the last second and a bank guard taking her place.

The bank guard was very startled when tackled, and the woman who did it would face some serious consequences for it, but first she had to catch the little demon daughter of hers.

Tetra looked back at her disgruntled mother with a smirk and took off again, doing a rock star power slide across the teller desk to which most of the tellers gave a small applause.

"She doesn't need encouragement!" Tetra's mother grumbled loudly.

Tetra looked back at her mother mid-slide and flashed a big grin, but when she turned around, she found herself rapidly approaching a wall.

Everyone in the building flinched as a smack sounded across the room, then high-pitched wailing noise rang through the building and all their ears.

Tetra cried, holding her face in pain as her mother approached and picked her up, cuddling her to her chest. "Awh baby, are you okay…?"

Tetra shook her head and rubbed the small scrape on her cheek.

Her mother set her down and began scolding her. "Now are you going to be good?"

Tetra looked at her mother, visibly flabbergasted that she was scolding her while she was in pain. "Shut up Mommy."

SMACK

The mother's patience at its limit had just struck her daughter right across the top of the head. "Little Miss Tetra, you will not speak to your mother that way."

Tetra was on the verge of tears again, but held them back in refusal to cry at the moment and she decided to pull out her secret weapon.

"Now let's go back to the ship," Tetra's mother ushered her to the door, but about six feet from the exit, Tetra turned back to her mother with a defiant glare on her face.

"Captain Mrs. Mommy, you will not smack your daughter like that." She mocked her mother's scolding tone, to which her mother just rolled her eyes.

"Or what?" The captain questioned her offspring.

"Or..." Tetra started holding a finger up in anger and victory, "I will tell Grandma I saw you kiss Daddy's pee-pee."

...

Tetra's mother blushed hard, and a few people in the bank snickered, only making her blush harder and harder until tomatoes would have been proud of her.

"I... I-I" She tried to speak but couldn't and just picked up her daughter like a piece of luggage and left the building in shame.

Tetra, who was morbidly proud of her victory, held the triumphant pose even while under her mothers arm as she was.


END

And thus the moral of the story... well there's actually two I suppose.

The first being that no matter who you are, do not mess with Tetra at any age, no matter what... EVER!

And the second being... lock the door.

Just a short drabble, I'll write another one soon.