While the cows go home, one Moon brother was enjoying his Valentine's day in the backseat of a car while the others struggled to pull themselves out of a sticky situation.

Soren hauls himself out of the mud with a desperate groan, feeling like a rat stuck to a glue trap when he pries his hands free from the dirt. It was stuck in his teeth and hair and made him feel at least ten pounds heavier when he tries to stand up, wobbling a little. 

"Oh, man. Mom and dad are going to kill us," Rowan sighs from where he stands nearby, covered from head to toe in a layer of mud and cow shit. At this point, only the whites of his eyes were visible along with an orange glow from a cigarette he lights up a beat later, so he was like a chainsmoking chocolate Easter Bunny.

Soren feels an uncharacteristic surge of anger at the sight of his brother standing there so casually. "Mom and dad are going to kill us!?" He shrieks, "What do you mean by "us" you stupid fuck wad?! You're the one who got us into this mess in the first place!"

"Yeah," Rowan sighs from behind a cloud of smoke, "But you didn't die, did you?"

Soren let's out a piercing scream and shoots up from the ground, directly slamming into Rowan who grunts in response. Screeching, two mud covered owls tumble to the floor, claws locked as they roll around, wings battering one another. 

Rocky breezes over to them as they brawl, virtually untouched by the cow shit and mud. He was still in his spandex, but he'd dawned a hat that made him look like he was an extra in Breakfast at Tiffany's. "Well, this has certainly been an eye opening adventure! Not only did I get laid, I also bonded with mi hermanos!" He chimes as Soren and Rowan roll past, beaks flashing. "And, not to mention the fact that the minivan survived with minimum damage! God save the King!" He announces and flings open his arms, grinning.

There's an explosion in the distance when the van catches fire, pieces flying into the nightsky. 

Soren and Rowan stop fighting and look up in surprise when the van becomes a literal bonfire. They were fucked as soon as they got home, there was no doubt about it in Soren's mind.

That night, The Moons walk home together, the mud dying on their wings, making it almost impossible to fly more than a few feet before dropping like stones. At this point, Soren had no hope that the rest of the night was going to be any better, but at least they had each other, as much as Rowan pissed him off and made him want to choke his scrawny throat. Family had always been important to them.

Soren knocks on the front door once they get home and then steps back, mud cracking on his skin and flaking off everytime he moves. The porch was littered with little kids toys and all the lights were on in the house, casting a soft glow out into the world. "Everyone just act natural, okay?" He tells Rocky and Rowan, "If we're lucky, they won't ground us all for the rest of the year."

"Oh, Soren, honey!" Rocky sighs, and he puts a hand on his muddy shoulder, "I'm sure mom and dad are going to understand! They love us! They really love us!"

The front door opens and Asa, their younger brother, pops his head out and gawks at them. Asa was fourteen, so he was at the age where he was becoming his own person. This was strange, because now Asa wanted to hang out with his boyfriend and ate them (the Moons not his boyfriend) out of house and home.

"Mom!" Asa screams back into the house, "They're back!"

"Out of my way, punk! I'm freezing!" Rowan hisses, and Soren rolls his eyes when the bald boy pushes into the house, practically knocking Asa aside. 

"Watch it, jerk!" Asa snaps at him, and he slams the door closed when Soren and Rocky step into the hallway to get warm. "Why are you guys covered in mud?"

"It's a long story," Soren sighs, because it was, in fact, a long story riddled with chaos and cows. Fortunately, before Asa can even think to pepper them with more questions, their mother appears, followed by their father, both of them stepping out of the kitchen, arms crossed.

"Soren Shay!" His mother exclaims, "Boys! Where the hell have you been?!"

"We've been trying to call you for hours!" Their father shouts, "Nobody answers their phones! We even flew over the forest to try to find you! Why are you covered in mud? It looks like you spent the last three hours rolling around with the pigs!"

"They were cows, actually," Rocky pipes up.

Soren elbows him in the side as hard as he can and shoots him a scowl.

"Kitchen. NOW." Their dad growls, at this point pretty much the angriest Soren had ever seen him. Yup, it was shaping up to be a hell of a night.