Ray's POV

I awoke that morning. "Oh, Shoteka…" I prodded my little brother awake.

Shoteka continued sleeping.

"You want to be buried, then?" I said.

"NOOO! Don't bury me!" He got up quickly.

I laughed with amusement. "What's so funny?" Shoteka growled at me.

"You should've seen the look on your face!"

He lunged for my throat, but I pinned him down. "What would our mother think if you killed me?"

Shoteka gasped. "You're right! I need to control my temper." But then he added after I inserted a mischievous grin, "and you need control your amusement!"

I let him go, but not before I slapped him. "There is no 'controlling amusement'!" I roared in his face.

Now look what I did. I made him cry. "I'm telling Mother!" he sobbed.

"You need to accept humor!" I said. "Let this be a lesson to you."

"You need to learn to not make your little brother cry!"

I hated agreeing with him; he was charging me with anger. "True, but you need to learn to not make your bigger brother angry!" I snapped.

Then, our mother came. "You should act your age! Shoteka, you know not to make bears bigger than you angry!" My brother stormed off at this.

"Come back!" I gave chase.

"NO!"

"Leave him, Ray," My mother said.