A Werewolf For A Wife: Britanny, Meet the Diggers Family [Episode 117466]

by Red Priest of the 17th Order

“Wow, your house sure is neat!” Britanny chirped happily as she followed Brenda and Brenda’s nice redheaded mommy down the hall. There were all sorts of framed pictures and assorted furniture here and there. It was like a big funhouse!

And best of all, Brenda’s mom was going to make her such delicious tuna! Yay! She had to help people out more often if she was going to get rewarded like that.

Turning to the excited little girl, Julia couldn’t help but smile. Such excitement shone in the blonde’s bright green eyes; such wonder that only children could hold for the world around them. It was also very nice of Britanny to compliment her home. “Why thank you, Britanny.”

Britanny nodded her head. “It’s big and pretty.”

The brown-haired werewolf in human form was rather quiet as she walked beside her mother. She just wanted to get back to her room and get some clothes on.

Pretty soon, the trio reached the kitchen. Britanny was in awe again. So big! The kitchen alone was almost as big as the condo where she and her mommy and daddy lived! “So biiig...” Britanny said in no little amount of awe.

Chuckling a little, Julia turned to Britanny. “Big, huh?”

Nodding her head, Britanny answered, “Uh-huh...”

Julia nodded her head to that. She motioned for the girls to sit at the kitchen table. “Well, sit here, I’ll start getting a snack together...” Walking over to the cupboard, Julia opened it and started looking through the cans. “You wanted tuna, right?”

“Uh-huh!” Britanny answered as she nodded her head rapidly.

Raising an eyebrow, Brenda asked the younger girl, “Is tuna all you eat?”

Nodding her head, Britanny smiled brightly as she answered, “Uh-huh!”

Brenda rolled her eyes. “What was it with little kids?” She mumbled out under her breath; either missing or ignoring the fact she wasn’t much older than the spotted blonde who helped her.

Julia smiled, having caught that comment. “Why don’t you ask yourself, Brenda,” She told her blushing daughter before pulling down a can of tunafish. “Here we go.”

Britanny sat up in her seat, her eyes wide with joy and practically sparkling. “Tunaaa...” The werecheetah in human form mumbled as she licked her lips in anticipation.

Smiling, Julia asked Britanny, “How much do you want?”

“All I can handle!” The girl called out excitedly.

Brenda just rolled her eyes. Boy her new friend was hyper...

...And then it hit the adopted Diggers daughter. “Did I just think of her as a friend?” She mentally wondered. She wasn’t very open to most people, and here she already thought nicely of Britanny. Highly thought of her if she already thought the little blonde was a friend. “Weird...”

Chuckling a little, Julia took down a second can. “This enough?”

“More please!” Britanny happily asked.

Nodding, Julia took down a third can. “How about now?”

Shaking her head, Britanny answered, “Nope!”

Her eye twitched a moment and Julia took down a fourth can. “Is this good enough?”

Tilting her head, a thoughtful expression appeared on Britanny’s face. The Spotted blonde then shook her head in a negative fashion. “Nuh-uh! Any more, please?” She asked. Her father drilled into her it was always best to say ‘please’.

Brenda was staring at the younger girl in wide-eyed wonder. Yeesh! This girl could eat more than Brenda ever had in one sitting.

Sweat-dropping a little, Julia took down a fifth can. “Now?”

Smiling brightly, Britanny answered, “More? Please?”

Shaking her hand, Julia let out a sigh. “That’s all we have.”

Pouting a little, Britanny nodded her head. “Okay. If that’s all you got...” She then smiled again, quite happily. “It’ll do!”

Letting out a sigh, Julia closed the cupboard. She then opened the drawer and took out a can opener. Closing the drawer again with her hips, she was about to start opening the can when she heard a voice from the entrance to the kitchen.

“Bill... Bill... Bill...... Dad’s latest issue of the Sear’s Catalogue” Theo grumbled in annoyance. Didn’t they ever get anything good in the mail anymore?

“Hi, Dad!” Brenda spoke up to get her father’s attention. Maybe if she got her father’s attention, she could get out of having to eat the tuna her mom was making for Britanny. She hated the stuff; it tasted too fishy.

Julia turned her head as she lowered the can-opener and can of tuna.

Seeing Julia stop before even opening the can, Britanny pouted a little.

Raising his head from the mail, Theo said, “Brenda, you’re all right.” Placing the pile of mail over on a counter-top, Theo walked over to his adopted daughter. “Now where were you young lady. The school called and your mother started to get worr-OW!”

“Dear...” Julia said as she pulled on her husband’s ear. “That’s something I wanted to discuss with you about...” She then looked at the two girls sitting at the table. “If you girls will kindly excuse us...” She then began pulling the complaining Theo out of the room with her.

Sniffling, Britanny quietly asked, “B-but what about the tuna?”

Seeing her parents exit stage right, Brenda rolled her eyes. They were worse than kids sometimes. “They always do that...”

Nodding her head a little, Britanny added, “Yeah. My Mommy sometimes does that to my Daddy too,” as the recollection came to the spotted blonde of when Daddy punched a hole in the wall by accident and Mommy took him aside. Boy, did her Mommy ever have a set of powerful lungs.

Nodding her head, Brenda shrugged. “I guess all moms and dads do that,” She said as she started to get up from her seat.

“Brenda!” Brit called out. “Where you going?”

“To my room to get dressed,” Brenda answered. “Stay here. Mom, dad, or I will be back shortly.” And so the girl left the kitchen, intent on getting some REAL clothes on.

Blinking her eyes, Britanny realized she was left all along in the kitchen. All by herself...

...With a bunch of cans of tuna...

...And a can-opener...

A mischievous smile soon spread across the spotted blonde girl’s features. That tuna WAS going to be for her anyway...

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“Ow, ow, ow, DARN IT JULIA!” Theo cried as his wife pulled on his ear. He tried to keep up, as he didn’t want it torn off again; twice was more than enough, thank you very much! “I already told you, I had nothing to do with your mother’s sudden case of Athlete’s Foot! Really!”

Julia rolled her eyes. “It’s not about that, Theo.”

“It’s not?” Theo asked. He was about to let out a sigh of relief when his wife gave him an extra-hard tug on his ear. “OW!”

“No, it’s not,” Julia said quite seriously.

“Then what is it?” Theo asked, hoping to hell Julia would let go. He didn’t feel like having to replace this ear again.

Finally, the Diggers matriarch let go of her husband. “Theo, Brenda changed today.”

Blinking his eyes once, twice, thrice, Theo tentatively asked, “You mean?”

Nodding her head, Julia said, “Yes...”

“But...” Theo started, before looking fearful. “I thought girls didn’t get ;that time of the month’ until puberty hit.”

*WHAP*!

“Ow!” Theo groaned as he held his bruising cheek.

“NOT THAT!” Julia shouted. “Her heritage.”

Theo’s eyes widened...

...And then they watered...

...The mage sniffled.

Julia leveled a glare at her husband. “If you go into your, ‘waaah, I failed the werewolves and werecheetahs’ bit again, I am kicking your ass to Jade and back, mister.”

Theo became surprisingly calm, rather quickly; the very model of stoicism. “Okay, okay, I’ll talk to Brenda then. What about you?”

“I have a phone call to make...” Julia said.

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(Posted Sat, 04 Sep 2004 22:10)


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