It was a sunny and awesome day. After getting up early, a quick breakfast and getting dressed, Sascha already stormed outside to play. Not without Sammy of course, his favorite plushie was always with him.
Everything was well, until the little bear hybrid discovered an old, discarted Boomerang in the backyard.
The first couple of throws just ended with Ghosty having to recollect the wooden stick. The next throw however went horribly wrong. The boomerang flew away in a wide arc and when it suddenly came back, Sascha was too perplex to catch it. It continued it's flight toward the house ... and the big windows.
CRASH
"Oopsie."
"Sascha. Ghostbear. Jeretik." he heard his stepfather yell, then he heard the door and then footsteps in the grass.
"What on earth were you thinking, young man ... hm?" The tall lynx wasn't yelling anymore, but the little bear knew he was in trouble.
"H..hi Dad..." blushing furiously but all he could do was trying to charm his way out. His attempted smile failed miserably and he stared wide eyed at his stepfather, giving him puppy eyes, while clutching his equally unhappy looking plushy lynx Sammy to his chest.
"I..uhm...was...ehhh..."

Well, that reminds me of myself. I always had a talent for getting into trouble. I never meant any harm, never did bad things on purpose ... but somehow I always ended up in similar situations. Although I rarely destroyed property, I had more talent for damaging myself.
jaluxi really managed to capture such a moment. The moment you realize that you are in trouble and cute looks and puppy eyes probably won't save you.
Thank you very much for this adorable and cute picture. I really love it!
Thankiiiies ^__^