Tiny
Tiny is another brother of mine. He don't speak much. Don't speak at all really but that don't matter. Tiny is the sweetest, kindest, gentle guy I know. Almost to a fault. He has a few "pets" in his room that he feeds cereal bits too daily (if he remembers) and they are given water on a daily basis (again if he remembers) He is what you would call 'retarded' but don't EVER let any of us hear you call him retarded. Tiny is super strong and able to carry and drag larger bodies with no problem One arm is bigger than the other due to a birth defect and he is scarred. His scarring is due to being burnt when his Daddy tried to kill him and Mama one night. Yeah. Earl is one fucked up guy.
Tiny does whatever we ask of him. But we never ask him to do shit that would hurt him or us. I can always talk to Tiny when I am in a sulky mood and he will listen. He's the big sensitive type and gets upset easily. We don't have Tiny do any killin' of the rabbits being as he has or use to have a few pets of his own and killin them gets him upset for a bit. But he soon forgets them and a lot of them die off before we can get to them do to starvation and or lack of water. He knows what we do though. We have him bury the bodies when we are done with them or if we have to leave in a hurry.
Tiny don't usually eat with us; he eats in his room or sometimes with his brother Rufus. Tiny is Mama's little boy even though she loves all of us kids. (even my asshole brother Otis) Tiny cannot hear too well but he can read lips if you speak slowly enough. Rufus told me that one time in school some kids were teasing and tormenting him so he had to stand up for his shy brother and fight them. This resulted in a HUGE fight between Mama and the school board.
Tiny has grayish eyes and a broad chest. Upon looking at him you could tell at one poin the was a handsome guy before Earl got ahold of him. Mama had said Tiny was hurt when he was 12. I personally don't see why anyone would hurt Tiny. Tiny had a temper though. When he got mad…watch out. He never lost his temper with us though. It was usually with male rabbits he lost it with. He could do some serious damage if he wanted to. But Tiny rarely wanted to. He was too nervous to venture near people he didn't know much. Hell he was still shy around me. And im his sister that had been living here since I was…what….5 years old?
Tiny liked to play with stuffed animals and it wasn't uncommon to see him in his room quietly playing with his toys. On several occasions I had to stop Otis from teasing poor Tiny. Daddy sometimes says Tiny needs to man up and just clobber Otis one day. Tiny just nods like he understands but I don't think he really does though.