The little girl giggled happily as latched onto the scaly, reptilian leg of the young turtle. He tried to scurry away, as his three brothers laughed and pointed at the sight. Their Sensei, their Father, was not pleased. His whiskers bristled, nose wiggled, and finally, huffed in indignation. It wasn't a good look for the rat. "Boys! Come along now. You need to work."
"What about me? I want to work! I want to do all those cool, spinny things, with the swords and stuff that you do!" the girl whined, and crossed her arms.
"You're a girl, T. Girls can't do stuff that we do!" Michelangelo teased, wanting to get back for her grabbing his leg.
"Stop it, you two. Tally, you may join us if you'd like. Just make sure you don't do what you did last time." Sensei gave her a disproving look for good measure. Grinning, the little girl skipped along behind them.
Watching the five of them go, Sensei turned to look at the room. "Family. She needs to understand she isn't like us, but will still a part of us. All of them need to understand that."