Eighteen: In Which Klaus Trains His Adorable Gaggle Of Children To Be Ruthless Hunters

[myblimpisbigger]

[Later in the afternoon on Easter Sunday, after family time is over (whether that's church or just loafing around with chocolate bunnies), residents may notice a group of very tiny people scuttling frantically around Mayfield's park (which is where everything seems to happen, I mean, really). This is Klaus's kindergarten class, or at least, the

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[flameyedhunter]

[Shana watches this with wry amusement.]

[myblimpisbigger]

[Oh! It's the girl he met the night before. Clearly she has come to be impressed by his mighty hunters.]

Hello. Shana, was it?

[One of the younger, shyer children is hiding behind his leg and peering at Shana curiously. This is new person and therefore intriguing!]

[flameyedhunter]

That's me, yeah.

[She looks at the drone kid curiously]

Who are these kids?

[myblimpisbigger]

These children are my charges -- I have been assigned the job of kindergarten teacher by the town, in yet another display of its love for irony.

[Really, Klaus. When you liken running your country to running a kindergarten, you should really expect this sort of thing to happen.]

[flameyedhunter]

I guess that's why the town placed me with a surly, murderous idiot instead of a competent parent, since both of the people who raised me were incredibly competent.

[myblimpisbigger]

Quite likely. If I may ask, which surly, murderous idiot are you referring to? This town seems to have a surfeit of them.

[His bet is on either Gilgamesh or the Major.]

[flameyedhunter]

Some jerk named Tank Dempsey.

[myblimpisbigger]

[Yeah okay Tank Dempsey definitely sounds like a name a jerk would have.]

I'm afraid -- or perhaps glad -- that I have not made his acquaintance.

[flameyedhunter]

Definitely glad, trust me on that one. You're one of the few people around here bigger than him, though. I bet you could punch him out.