Kansas could see the wheels turning, and wondered what was puzzling his son. He supposed that the notion of wolves and dogs writing books was something to think about, because the man found it extremely intriguing as well. He made a mental note to ponder it more later, when he wasn't with Gotham. He liked having thoughts and ideas to put aside and pull out later, and it was exciting to him that doing so might require him to pick up pen and paper and jot his own fantastical ideas down as well.
But the dark pup was eager to hear a story, and his father was equally as eager to tell it. He sat cross legged, pulling one arm around his son's small shoulders to hold the other cover of the book, so Gotham could see the pictures as he read. He told the story, attempting to add emphasis and excitement in his tone of voice where such was needed. He was always trying to make the stories he told his kids somewhat exciting, though sometimes his own insecurities got in the way. But today, he did fairly well, painting story of the small red pup and his girl owner, Emily Elizabeth, in as interesting a manner as he possibly could. Emily wanted Clifford from her neighbor's litter of puppies because he was the smallest, but, supposedly because of her love for him, he ended up growing unusually large. It was a happy story, and when Kansas was finished he had a grin on his face. "Did you like that?"
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