A few months have passed since the death of Topsy's great-grandpa Tyrus. The memory of him looking fine before going to sleep still left an empty spot in his heart. Every once in a while, he would go pay his respects at the grave; after a moment, he looked away as a few tears rolled down his face. He covered his eyes with his paw. Soon enough, he managed to regain his composure and left the grave. Once he got to the Feeding grounds, the other members of the herd looked over at him.
"What are you doing here?" Kosh asked.
"This is the Feeding Grounds, Kosh; last time I checked; it was a common gathering place for the herd," Topsy retorted.
"Not for you; now, I don't want you here; how about you do us all a favor and kill yourself," Kosh threatened.
"What will you do if I don't? You gonna kill me?" Topsy asked.
Just as Topsy and Kosh were about to duke it out, Grandpa intervened by sticking his paw between the two of them.
"Fighting's not the way to solve anything; Kosh, Topsy already pulled that stunt; it's just lucky that I saved him," Grandpa snarled.
"That's just like you, Kenny; sticking up for your boyfriend," Kosh sneered.
"I beg your pardon? Topsy is not my boyfriend; number one; I still have a mate; and number two; me and Topsy are both males; number three; we don't like each other like that; he's just my best friend; and the one thing you must NEVER do is call me Kenny; I prefer to be called Kenneth; not even my mom had permission to call me Kenny," Grandpa snarled.
Kosh walked off after that rant. Grandpa chuckled; he felt great after sticking up for a good friend.
"Thanks for sticking up for me," Topsy said.
"It's no problem; Kosh is just an insensitive jerk," Grandpa claimed.
Topsy chuckled when he heard that.