On a surprisingly sunny day in Creekwood, Walker was in his backyard, doing cartwheels and playing cops and robbers with his mom. It was his eighth birthday, and she was.. How had she put it? 'Playing hooky'? Either way, all he knew is that it meant she wasn't going to work today, and was spending the entire day with him! Not often did they spend so much time together anymore, ever since she got a job at the newspaper. She'd called it her dream job, but he didn't know what was so good about the boring newspaper.. He pretended to shoot her, holding his fingers up in a fake gun motion, making a 'pew' noise at her, grinning, "I got you! I got you, I got you! I win!" He grinned excitedly, lowering his arm and doing another cartwheel, before flopping onto the grass on the ground, sitting up and looking at her.
She smiled warmly at him, and walked over, sitting on the grass beside him, "You got me, you little devil," She teased, poking at his sides, to which he squirmed and giggled, "Hey! You're s'posed to be dead, you can't--" He was cut off by her reaching around him, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him closer to her, "Oh hush, you can't kill your mother, I'm invincible," She grinned. This statement would be ironic in the future. Walker squirmed away from her, and jumped up, grabbing her hands and struggling to pull her up, "Come on, come on, come on! Let's go, Dad said the cake would be ready in five minutes!" He yelled, grinning and continuing to pull. Walker's mother sighed and smiled softly, letting herself be pulled up by her son, nodding a bit, "Alright, alright. Let's go insi--" She was cut off by a horrible strangled noise behind her, and she whipped around, pulling her hands away from her son.. There, on the ground by the edge of the woods, where their yard met and the woods ended, laid a mangled raccoon. It was clearly alive, twitching and letting out horrible pained sounds. It was bleeding in multiple places, and it's leg looked as if it were bent in a way it should never ever be able to bend.. Walker's mother quickly pushed her son towards the backdoor of their house, "Go inside, baby, I'll be in in a moment." She hurried him inside, despite his protests, and closed the door behind him, before hurrying over to the helpless animal. Walker was far too confused and curious to even focus on the slice of cake in front of him, and wiggled around in his seat, rocking around a bit, to which his father told him to quit doing.
Walker rolled his eyes and mocked him softly under his breath, before jumping up when he heard the sound of the door opening.
M'kay, so I'm too lazy to finish this. Basically his mom fixes up the raccoon, and Walker names it after his word of the day, 'Snazzy', and begs to keep him, and eventually his parents give in, passing it off as a birthday present.
