Clarissa, Gaston and Sarah's youngest and most unpredictable child, begs Gaston to death to take her hunting with him. He finally relents.
"Hey! What are you doing with my slingshot?!" 16-year-old Joshua Legume barked at his 9-year-old sister. He was returning home from the newspaper office.
"What does it look like? I'm practicing." Clarissa answered cockily, pulling back on the worn leather strap and aiming at a red mark on the tree in the backyard.
"That belongs to me." Joshua huffed with his hands on his hips.
"You never use it anymore."
"It's still mine!" Joshua insisted.
"Meh!" Clarissa stuck her tongue out at her older brother.
"Alright, give it back." Joshua marched straight at her and attempted to snatch it from her hands.
"You didn't say the magic word." Clarissa teased, putting it behind her back.
"I don't have to. You're just my sister."
"You take that back!" Clarissa exclaimed. She threw the slingshot across the lawn, away from him.
"Go pick it up." Joshua said.
"You wanted it, you get it." Clarissa crossed her arms stubbornly.
"I'm gonna tell Momma that you're not listening to me." Joshua warned impatiently.
"I don't have to. You're just my brother." Clarissa said sweetly smug.
"What the heck were you doing with my slingshot, shrimp?"
"I am not a shrimp!" Clarissa stomped her foot.
"Just answer the question, shrimp."
"Fine. I'm practicing for hunting." Clarissa crossed her arms.
"You what?!" Joshua choked.
"Are you deaf? I'm practicing for hunting."
"Why?"
"Because girls can do anything boys can do, stupid." Clarissa grumbled.
"Girls shouldn't hunt. That's man's work." Joshua persisted haughtily.
"You are positively primeval." Clarissa retorted.
"You don't even know what that means." Joshua smirked.
"I do too! You don't know what it means!" Clarissa boasted.
"You are never gonna go hunting. That's so stupid." Joshua shook his head, starting to walk away.
"No it's not! Who says girls can't hunt?"
"It's the rules, shrimp. Would you just shut up already?"
"Those are dumb rules. They should be changed."
"And who's going to change them? You?"
"Aunt Belle!"
"Oh, please. Get lost." Joshua shoved her in the face.
"I'm going to ask Papa! He'll let me go hunting."
"Ha!"
"Ha yourself, genius. You'll see! Papa will say yes." Clarissa declared.