If you're particularly sensitive, might wanna get some tissues before you read this one.
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"Scotty, my boy, how're you doing?"
"I'm okay."
The large blonde man walked into the little boy's bedroom. "Come sit, we need to talk."
"What's up dad?" Scott asked, climbing up onto his bed. When his father sat on the end of it, Scott's side of the mattress lifted up, hoisting the boy high in the air.
"Well, son, I have some bad news." he said. "Your Ma, she was in an accident-"
Scott gasped.
"But she's fine, thank the Lords of Cheese and Crackers." he said. "The only thing is, as a result of the accident, she has decided that everyone should now call her 'Pappy'."
"Even me?"
"Even you." he nodded. "But I'm sure she'll go back to being her same old self any day now, but until then we all have to humour her and call her 'Pappy'. We're going to go and visit her in the hospital tonight after supper."
Suddenly a sound from the doorway brought both males' attention to a woman in the doorway whose hair was the same colour as her son's. "Beam me up, Scotty!" She said in a redneck accent.
"You're back!" Scott exclaimed, jumping off the bed and running to his mother. However, before he could wrap his arms around her legs – since he wasn't let tall enough to hug any other part of her, unless she crouched down. But his mother held him at a distance, much to the small boy's despair.
"Izzy- I mean, Pappy!" he said, before frowning. "You're home. . . early."
"No hospital can keep Pappy!" she said. "'You gots to stay three days', they said, but I don't listen to them. I don't need their fancy schmancy newfangled technological magic – I'm right as rain. So I done 'scaped."
"Well, okay then." Owen said, still frowning. "Welcome home!"
"Now that he's home, you know what Pappy is gonna do?" Izzy asked.
"What?" her husband and son asked cautiously.
"He's gonna take his boy out huntin'." Izzy said, grinning as she pulled out a baseball bat. "Come on, Scotty, we's gonna go catch some supper."
"Izzy, err Pappy, I don't think that's such a good idea. . ." he said. "Scotty's only five years old. . ."
"I said: I's taking my boy out huntin'." Izzy snarled, handing the baseball bat to the small boy. "Carry this, boy."
"It's okay, Dad, I'll be okay." Scott said.
As Izzy took their son and left, he stayed in his son's room. Sighing, he began to sing softly. "Oh Izzy, oh Izzy, I-I miss you so."
As this was pretty sad, I promise to finish and post an Aleheather chapter later today to make up for it.
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