Challenge #04281-K263: Little Mama Bear

You're bigger than me, you've trained longer than me, but, I assure you, if you try this, you won't win. You have your strength and military training. I've lived in the streets. I'm younger than you, but you touch these two teens behind me again, and I will snap you in half. -- Anon Guest

[AN: This almost turned into a Kosh story. Gotta remember those qualifiers you put in there, Nonny!]

They call me Maw, and they don't do that because I eat a lot. I'm the oldest one in the Tosheroon, though I ain't much older than many of 'em. I'm as good as their maw, anyway. Not like there's many volunteers.

As for why we're the Tosheroon? Well. You know gutters and drains, how things clump up in the eddies and make a sort'a... ball of mud and other stuff? That's a tosheroon. There's precious things in those sometimes. We're all people who washed up together in the gutter. And every single one of 'em is precious to me.

I ain't their maw. Their maws left 'em on the street or in middens t' die. I'm better. I saved 'em. I reared 'em. I protect 'em.

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