The boy went limp in his uncle's hug, staring up off towards the posters, eyebrows knitted together in concentration and slight dislike. He
honestly didn't want to, telling the truth, or rather face his mother, meant being grounded for life. Probably, maybe. Okay, probably a month, but that was forever to him.
He wrinkled his nose pushing away from Larry and shook himself up. He was right, lying, even by omission, seemed to breed more lies. He could just see it, if he left the theater to find another hiding spot, some phony was bound to ask questions, and he would have to lie over and over, coming up with more ridiculous tall tales. Or you know, just become a mute for life. He stuck his tongue out in distaste and sighed. "
Fine, fine, you are right......I'll see you later, Uncle Larry, do come visit while I am locked up in the tower." He gave a little grin, giving him a hug back. "
Thank you, I think"
Giving one last mad giggle, the colt sighed and walked off to face the music.
