Story:Why we play 1

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Why we play 1
Written by Wolfnumber9

October 5-6 2019: A snake in the family very last season...where do I even begin?...I guess I could start with talking about the summer before. Teresa and I successfully sold the house. It was kind of sad to throw all our stuff away, but that’s what growing up is about. Too much pain was still engraved in the house and Teresa and I were ready to move on. Once that was done, we got to give my dad a proper funeral…no one really came. It was just Teresa, me, and the people who worked there. I tried inviting some old family members but my dad burned a lot of bridges over the years. We spent hours just talking about old memories so I’d say it went well. He was with family and at the end of the day, I think that’s what he wanted on his final days...but that summer wasn’t all bad. It’s also the summer where Teresa and I officially got married. We had such a cheap wedding honestly and just went home afterwards to watch comedy movies and eat snacks, but I think I’m gonna like the married life. Work has been going well too. After talking to some FBA friends around the league and telling them how I want to be a coach, the Seattle Summit decided to bring me back in for one more year, and I get to learn under their coach and be in the running for assistant coach next year! And that is absolutely amazing! But that’s not even the biggest news. The biggest thing that happened was my mom calling me. That’s right! The mom who left when I was 7 and I haven’t seen since! That mom! She called me about the ownership of the house and all that, but we’ve been really getting along. She’s married now, she won’t tell me to who, but she lives in California and has been doing pretty great. I’ve been telling her all the crazy things about my life as an FBA player and she always tells me how proud she is of me and how she misses us. Like, this doesn’t happen. Not to me, anyway. Life can’t just keep going this well, right?...well, on October 6, I got my answer.

“Tex? Tex?...Cloricia?!” Yelled Teresa.

“Huh?! What?!” I answered in shock.

“Jeez Tex, how long were you daydreaming?”

“Sorry Teresa...I mean, my lovely wife.”

“Don’t give me that corny shit now, hehe.”

“What? I can’t show my new wife affection?”

“You can shower me with love and cookies later, I just want you to hear me out.”

“Cookies? I thought you were losing weight?”

“’s a process.”

“Right, sure it is.”

“Anyway! Look Tex, I understand that you’re talking with your mom again and that’s great and all, but you get a call from her late last night and she tells you to meet her at a restaurant all of a sudden? That sounds...very fishy.”

“Teresa, it’s my mom. If she tells me to meet her on the moon then hell I’m catching the next rocket. I haven’t seen her in over 20 years so yea, I’m excited to see her again!”

“But did it have to be this early? We didn’t even eat breakfast yet and you have practice in a few hours.”

“Look, baby. I love you and I thank you for driving me to the restaurant to meet my mom and I promise that when we get there, I will buy you anything you want, deal?”

“Tex, I…”

“Come on, please just trust me here. After all the crazy shit we’ve been through, what can go wrong?”

“Her famous last words…”

“Thanks Teresa. I love you so much.”

“You are such a train wreck sometimes.”

“And I’m all yours.”

We shared a laugh and poked a few more jabs at each other until we finally reached the restaurant. It was this kinda small breakfast place call Aunt Jenny’s. Teresa and I would eat there sometimes when we were too lazy to cook at home. When we walked inside, the door made that loud bell noise and we were quickly greeted by this young perky fox that worked there. Scared the freakin’ hell out of me too.

“Oh! Uh...hello?” I said startled.

“Hi there, welcome Aunt Jenny’s!” He said. He was really trying to earn that tip. “Will you be dining in or take out?”

“Um, actually we’re meeting someone here. Did you, uh, happen to see a white-furred coyote, kindy tall, real hefty?”

“Uh, no. Sorry hun.”

“Ah, I guess we got here too early.”

“Uh, ya think?” Teresa said in a sassy tone. Then she put her arm around me and walked me through the place. “We’ll just seat ourselves. Thank you.”

We walked around until we found a table and then sat down. Teresa quickly grabbed the menu, her hunger probably taking over at this point, but I still couldn’t eat. I was still too anxious. Did we miss her? Were we too late? I couldn’t shake the questions and worst practice was starting soon. So I looked around the restaurant and spent my time studying all the furries there...but there was one that caught my eye immediately. It was this young snake girl, had to be like 8 years old or something, and she was sitting down with a suitcase next to her. She was this white cobra and had some pink and purple patterns in her skin, but that wasn’t what caught my eye. Her tail was quite possibly the longest tail I have seen in my life, and I have Kinny as a friend. I kid you not, she was sitting at one of those circular seat table things, ya know the ones that can fit like 5 people, and her tail covered the whole seat and the floor under her. Like, I couldn’t even see her feet. Soon I found out that I was caught staring once she looked over at me. But the face she made wasn’t angry, it was more...curious. Finally, I decided that a young child with a suitcase in a restaurant might mean something bad so I should make sure she’s okay. So, I walked over and said:

“Hello? Hey there little girl. Are you okay?”

“Oh hell no. She’s gotta be kidding me. I hope it’s not you.” The snake girl immediately replied.

“Excuse me?” I Said Surprised.

“Hey, Cloricia. What’s wrong?” Teresa Said as she walked over to us.

“Nothing I..”

“Ugh, I’m fine, I guess. Now are you and lard ass over here gonna buy me some food before I starve?” The young snake interrupted.

“Jeez, don’t you have a dirty mouth.” Said Teresa.

“Wait Wait Wait...little girl, what is your name?” I asked.

The snake girl crossed her arms and said:

“Cloricia Zarabi.”

No…no it couldn’t be.

“And, why are you here?”

“Duh, didn’t my mom tell you? She came here and dropped me off and said that some coyote girl would pick me up and I’ll stay by your mansion.”

“Wait, mansion?” Teresa said still confused.

“Uh...Cloricia?” Felt weird saying that. “Is your mom a white-furred Coyote named Maria Teixeira? Kinda tall and hefty”

“Pfft, hefty? I don’t think I’ve ever seen her eat a full meal. Yea, she doesn’t go by Teixeira anymore though...Wait, how do you know my mom?”

“Because...I’m Cloricia Teixeira.”

“So, you’re my…”

“Oh my god! You’re both sisters?!” Yelled Teresa.

“So all this time, she was calling me to look after her adopted daughter instead of seeing her actual daughter?!”

Soon, the fox waiter came by us and said:

“Excuse me ma’am. I’m gonna have to ask you to order something or please leave.”

“Okay look.” Teresa Said. “Let me get three scrambled eggs with a side of bacon, sausage, and toast and I’ll have the whipped cream waffles while you’re at it. Hmm, and maybe the steak. You want anything Tex?”

“...A process Teresa? Really?” I asked.

“It’s a long process!”

After paying for Teresa’s “dieting” and a long phone call with my mother, I finally had it all figured out. So...Cloricia here is my mother’s adopted daughter. Her birth mother sadly passed away so my mom and her new husband now have custody, but for reasons that she refuses to tell me, she wants me to watch over her until she finds a proper home for her. I’m pretty sure there is more to it than that, but I’m just going to focus on the now. This poor girl is alone in a city she doesn’t know and we need to help her...but first we need to figure out how she’s going to fit in our car.

“So...uh long is your, Uh, tail exactly?” I asked.

“21 feet.” She said with embarrassment.

“21 feet?! the hell?” Exclaimed Teresa.

“What? Isn’t your car big enough?” She said flicking her tail behind her. She had full control over all of it.

“Uh, not quite Cloricia...I mean, ugh do you have a nickname or something? It’s like I’m talking to myself.”

“Mom calls me Cia sometimes.” She said.

“Aw, that’s cute. Tex and Cia.” Teresa Said, although the moment was interrupted by, I guess we’ll call her Cia now.

“What the hell is that?” She Yelled once she saw our car.

“It’s my ride to practice and your ride home. And jeez, watch the language. What are you like...8?”

“I’m 10! Practically a teenager! And I don’t think you heard me when I said 21 feet long! I can’t fit in that thing. Mom said you were an FBA player?!” She said as her tail angrily whipped around behind her and knocked down a small tree.

“...whoa.” Said Teresa

“Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but I don’t have a mansion or a limo or...whatever you were expecting.” I Said as I was putting her suitcase in the back. “Now...I’m sure if we put our heads together, we’ll figure out a way to get you in this car in time.”

Well, after an hour of trying to force this 5 foot tall girl and the 21 foot monster attached to her in our compact car, I decide to just take a taxi to practice and let Teresa take Cia home...we may need a bigger car.

And so, this was the start to probably my craziest season in the league.

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