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Cannon roused himself from his easy chair with a languid yawn, and let his lanky form clamber to a standing position. Like clockwork, he'd fallen asleep after his job, and like clockwork, his ears picked up the piercing sound of violence coming from one room over only a few hours after he'd dozed off.

"Like an alarm." He chuckled lazily, reaching his lengthy arms into the air with a pop, snap, and click. He didn't know what was going on in the den, but as the father of four pups, he was under some obligation to examine it. Casually, the coyote let his fingers slip into the pockets of his pajamas, and he meandered through the house into the den, where a whirlwind of violence had transformed into a rumbling cloud of fists, kicks and snarling teeth. Calamity and Chaos. He watched for a few moments, before glancing quietly towards his daughter, Pandora, whom was casually watching as well with an grin etched across her features. The teen-aged, lavender furred coyote had her arms crossed over her chest and seemed to take an interest in her siblings ill-timed brawl. He noted, with some hint of amusement, that she hadn't bothered to step in and quell the argument between the two brothers, and had been observing the combat for some time.

"Do I even WANT to know what this is about?" Cannon mused quietly as the fight progressed back into a devilish whirlwind. Pandora flashed a glittering, fang filled grin and reached a paw up to remove an unruly lock of hair from her pretty muzzle.

"Chaos borrowed Calamity's power tools without permission, so Calamity took Chaos' goggles and hid them. Chaos took Calamity's shoes in retaliation, so Calamity beat Chaos with a nine iron. Then it sort of degraded into this. " She explained. Cannon nodded. It was a typical Monday in that case.

"And...just curiosity, speaking here, you didn't offer to stop this, becaaaaaaaause?" The laid back coyote questioned and Pandora let loose another brilliant gleaming smile.

"It's friggin' hilarious. And there's nothing on T.V." She explained. Cannon turned his attention back to his squabbling pups.

"Fair enough." He quipped softly. The whirlwind turned back into an explosive, rage fueled dust cloud and Cannon felt a creeping tingle of responsibility bubbling in his stomach. He didn't let his eyes stray from the fight, but perked an ear when Pan suggested an estimated burn out.

"Ten seconds. Just in time too, daddy. " She churred quietly and reached up to look at her watch with a startling level of seriousness. She'd never been wrong in her estimations and she wasn't going to start to day. Five seconds left to go, and Cannon watched, fascinated at the violence that took place in front of him. True to her word, five seconds passed and suddenly, the dust cloud dissipated and two gray furred, panting
canines collapsed on the ground, energy spent and unable to move at all.

"I thought so! I was right! I, am, AMAZING!" Pandora shrieked joyfully, and turned to bounce out of the room, no doubt to jot down some mathematical statistics and probability based on her siblings. Cannon chuckled softly and looked over his two sons, whom hadn't moved an inch since the fighting stopped.

"You guys are grounded. "He called out, just in case they didn't know. They groaned in unison, but neither of them possessed the strength to dispute his declaration. He smiled casually, content that all was once again peaceful and serene, or at least as peaceful and serene as his home got, and strolled back towards his easy chair to finish his nap. It was a typical Monday.