This morning came at a frantic pace. With the exception of the youngest of us, we woke late, and rushed to prepare for the first day of summer. The eldest male was to prepare lunches the night before, but in his usual fashion, forgot. We hastily filled our pails with whatever we could pull together in a miniscule amount of time.
The youngest carried her pet skeleton, Fluffy, all morning in a blanket, as it was cold. The kind benefactor was informed that Fluffy objected to having a photograph preserve her image, and might, in fact, bite her face off. The youngest, we shall call her CR, also regaled the benefactor with gossip from her day camp, including an intensive story where another friend told her friend that 'her heart was black as night'. The benefactor was taken aback by such a vivid statement from such a short person.
Our morning crescendoed when the youngest male, call him CT, lay hands on CR, invoking a spate of weeping, after she stomped on his foot. For the 1,000,000th time the kind benefactor reminded him that he should seek her for counsel before attempting to solve his own injustices. CT claimed that he was acting in self-defense, whereas the benefactor pointed out that he, in fact, was merely enacting vengeance. We then argued the entire way to our transport, where the benefactor felt it necessary to raise the volume of the music box to a level where she could no longer hear our voices, leaving us to eat toasted waffles without speaking.