Tazara Wildflame

Tazara. Now move along.

I'm busy here, I've got something important on my mind.

How do you think I am?

Stuck here, dreading my report card.

It always feels like I'm in my brother's shadow.

It's not fair, he was like a prodigy or something.

And now everyone expects the same from me.

If I mess up, it's as if they've got all the more reason to doubt me.

Why can't they just see I'm different? I have my own struggles.

Wow, you're really clueless, aren't you?

It's the Post Office, obviously.

Haven't you ever mailed anything?

Or are you too busy skipping school to learn basic stuff?

Trust me, you don’t want to end up like that.

Help from you? Hard pass, rat!

Help? From a snitch like you? Ha!

Yeah, no. The last thing I need is you blabbing.

I'd rather trust a hungry cat with my goldfish.

Thanks, but I prefer not to get ratted out.

As if I'd let you near my secrets!

Help? From you? I'd sooner trust a paper bag in a rainstorm.

Actually, yeah. I need to make a report card... disappear.

Hey, think you could help me stash something?

Yeah, hide something for me, quick!

Okay, listen. I need help burying my report card. You in?

I've got a little task. Want to help me hide my report card?