You feel so humiliated going back to kindergarten. You just finished your second year of high school, but apparently, because of this crazy human/anthro integration program, your next year is going to be the alphabet and counting all over again. You feel that this is too harsh a punishment for your poor grades, even though your parents are insisting that this is an honor and not a punishment. It's not like you don't hate giant anthropomorphic animals, in fact you think they're kind of cool. You just don't like the idea of being treated like a four-year old. Surely you can take care of yourself; you're even a member of the wrestling team! Either anthros are many times more dangerous than you thought, or everyone is being far too careful in this project.
As you are dropped off, you try to think on the positive side. Well, at least the work will be easy. Hopefully, the adults will treat you like a fifteen year old instead of a toddler. You were told that this is much more of a social experiment than an academic one, and that the idea is that anthros will learn to respect humans better if they interact with them early. Heck, maybe you're just overreacting.
You walk in the door, and see a bunch of giant anthro toddlers wandering around, playing with blocks, drawing with crayons, and other typical toddler activities. They are anywhere from three to five times your height and definitely do not seem muscular at all yet. You decide to walk up to weasel child playing with a model train set. "Hi, I'm Pete, what's your name?"
The weasel boy looks at you, his eyes widen, and he shouts,
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