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.