Growing up on Zartacla

A/N I've been wanting to write this since writing the Mr. Moss and Hamish chapter in my story Demise. This will be a series of one shots and drabbles, some funny, some serious, all about the relationship between Mr. Moss and Hamish. I've never seen anything written about Mr. Moss, so I'd like to give this a try...

One: First Catch

"Pa! Pa! Look what I caught, Pa!"

Mr. Moss looked down as his five year old son tugged on his pant leg. "What is it, son? Can't you see that I'm about to polish Bessie?"

"Oh..." The boy looked downcast, and Moss sighed.

"Just show me what you caught, Hamish."

Hamish immediately brightened up. "Look Pa! I caught a fish!" He held his catch up for his father to see.

He smiled in amusement. The fish was nothing more than a guppy, probably only a few inches long. He tussled his son's orange hair. "That's great, son."

"Can I go feed it to the track beasts, Pa? Can I?" His eyes were wide in excitement as he practically jumped up and down.

"Oh alright," Mr. Moss decided. "Just don't you go and get eaten yourself."

"Thank you Pa!" Hamish exclaimed, running off.

Smiling, Moss picked up his polishing rag and knelt next to his skimmer. He would have to show that boy how real men fished tomorrow...

A/N Written because Hamish is adorable and little Hamish is even more so. And yes, I think Mr. Moss is Hamish's father. Although I haven't quite decided if he's his biological father or not yet... Any ways, reviews always appreciated!