Kuba decided to stay in her room for the time being. The card Boolo had given her was full of fake writing, with a translation his mother had provided: "Hello! I'm Boolo! Hellooooo!" It made Kuba laugh, and overall brightened her day. There was also a note that said that the dog was eating worms "like this: omnomnomnom." It made her want to kiss Boolo's cute little head.

While she rested, the day went on as usual. As he walked around, the king spotted Sapphire Rod escaping his own class. That made him laugh, and he decided to watch as Golden Wolf caught him and stared at him unhappily.

"Well! Go back to your class!" he exclaimed.

Sapphire Rod looked at him, then at the repair tool he was holding in his hand. He shook his head, then pushed forward.

"Well! Excuse me! Come back here! You have a class to teach!" Golden Wolf protested, and he blocked his road.

Sapphire Rod gestured around unhappily, then leaned against the wall defiantly.

"Oh, yes, I will move you," Golden Wolf threatened.

Sapphire Rod inwardly weighed his options. He started to pick his ear. Golden Wolf guessed that it itched a lot.

"Go back to class," he still insisted. "Unless you think having an itchy ear is a good excuse to miss it."

Sapphire Rod pouted.

"Please just go. I have business to attend to," Golden Wolf pleaded.

Sapphire Rod dramatically pointed to the conference room -- away from the door he was blocking like he was saying "please, don't stop on my account". Golden Wolf smiled at him sarcastically.

"Just go teach your class," he sighed.

"Things to do!" Sapphire Rod protested.

"Well --" Golden Wolf tried to answer, but he was too confused to form proper sentences.

They kept staring at each other stupidly for a while. Golden Wolf even hid his face in his hands. He considered letting the mechanic go on account of how flustered he was feeling, then decided that it wasn't very proper.

"Just go and stop bothering me," Golden Wolf eventually chirped, and for some reason, Sapphire Rod nodded and went back to class.

"Missed you," Sapphire Rod added before closing back the door.

Golden Wolf just kept looking where he had been for a few minutes with a very strange expression on his face. He was as red as something that was about to explode, or burst into flames. The Wolf King considered going to see him to tease him about it, but ended up simply patting his back.

"What just happened? Please explain it to me," Golden Wolf mumbled panickedly. "No, don't explain it, actually. There's got to be something wrong with me. Alright! I have work to do."

He slapped his hands together, then left. Sadly, the king had nobody to turn to and laugh with. He chuckled, then went back to his own business, but his mood soured quite quickly. He had nobody by his side right to laugh with, now and in general. He didn't have a lot of friends, even if he was the king. He mostly kept to himself, especially these days, with his whole family gone. He didn't even know where his mother lived nowadays, only that it was someplace beyond the town.

He ended up making himself so sad that he went back to his quarters, and looked at everyone from behind the glass wall instead of going there himself. He noticed that Boolo was gesturing excitedly, and pretending to eat Peebo's cheek. Beeno, who was watching over them, pretended to chase them, but the little boy ran away.

"Noooo! Noooooooo! Nononono!" Boolo whined. "I don't like you."

Beeno made a very sad face, until his little brother Sheeno appeared in his face.

"Look at my tooth! It's gone now. Touch the gum! It's all wiggly and weird. When I touch it with my tongue, it's like a little pillow," he explained happily.

Boolo practically shoved his face in his friend's mouth, then moved away huffing and puffing.

"It smells bad!" he protested.

Sheeno frowned, but Boolo had already forgotten.

"Look! Peebo doesn't have any teeth," he said, and he grabbed Peebo by her fat cheeks to drag her forward. "Peebo! She's a very little baby, but I like her."

He started to pet her hair.

"I should marry Peebo," Sheeno said thoughtfully.

"Sometimes, I take a nap with her like this!" Boolo interrupted, and he squished his sister against him like a plushie. "But I can't squish her too much."

Sheeno frowned.

"But Boolo! Shush! I said I have to marry her. Can you bring bread for the marriage?"

"Yes!" Boolo grinned.

"Do you really want to marry Peebo?" Beeno asked.

"I don't know! But she's going to lose some teeth one day, so she'll be like me," Sheeno clarified.

"Everybody loses teeth at some point," Beeno protested.

"No! Nobody except Peebo! And also me. And mum, because she said to me she lost her teeth one day. Also, we should put all of Peebo's teeth in an apple to remove them faster."

"But she doesn't have any teeth yet," Beeno remarked.

"Mmmh," Sheeno muttered unhappily.

"Also, you can't marry her. You're seven," Beeno went on rather unhelpfully.

"I'm three. Why are you seven?" Boolo asked curiously.

"I'm not going to marry Peebo right now!" Sheeno defended himself. "I'll do it when she's seven and we're the same age."

"You'll be fourteen when she turns seven," Beeno laughed.

"Stop it!" Sheeno yelled, and he pushed his brother. "I need a wiiiiife!"

"That's not how it works!" Beeno laughed, very amused, as he tried to protect himself from his brother's angry little hands. "Why do you need a wife?"

"Because then I can kiss her. But I don't want to kiss Peebo. She's too small, and she looks too much like Boolo. Also, she stinks like Boolo."

Boolo decided not to think about the insult and started to make Peebo dance with her arms.

The king looked at the rest of Sheeno's class. They were sitting in a circle and yelling at each other, because they were too far away to talk properly. The result was that everyone in the circle was yelling more and more loudly as time went on. The Wolf King chuckled, and tried to listen to their conversations.

There was a group that was hiding behind tables and giggling to themselves. Some of the others were arguing about the rules of the game they were playing. One boy was unhappily sitting down farther away, because he had just slapped someone in the face.

"But it was a joke!" the child protested.

"Well, I don't like it," his mother answered.

"It was funny!" insisted another boy with a very red face.

"No, it wasn't! It's not polite to slap someone!" corrected a little girl.

"Well, you're not involved! So go away!" the second child grumbled.

"Hey! That's not nice!" the little girl frowned.

"You should apologize to him," the mother added.

"No," the first one mumbled, and it made his friend giggle.

"You should," his mother insisted.

"I know!" the second boy grinned, and he slapped the first one in the face.

The mother instantly reached out for her son, but the slap was already done.

"Are you alright?" she fretted.

"Yes. My face hurts, but it's okay," he answered.

The second boy patted his face soothingly.

"Okay! Goodbye now! I want to play again," he exclaimed.

"No! You slapped me!" the first boy pouted, and he clung to his mother.

"But it was to make it even!" the second one protested, stupefied.

"You slapped me too hard," he insisted.

"That's not true! Come onnnn. Don't be upsettt."

"Muuuum! They slapped each other!" the little girl called out.

"I can see that! It sounds very inconvenient," replied her mother from where she was sitting with other parents and looking at the children lazily. "Just apologize to each other, or stop playing. That's the way I see it. We don't need another battle."