A Sweltering Day
Flan stretched herself and yawned lazily. "...today is..AHHH..Tuesday!" She stole a peek at her floorboards and groaned inwardly in dismay, mentally adding "Vacuum" and "Mop" to her list of To-Dos. Sliding her small feet into her fluffy bedroom slippers, she heaved herself up and headed to the kitchen. A snow white paw suddenly shot out from under the table cloth, taking a first shot at the furry feet..."Ha ha...Missed!"
Mr Brown then scrampered heavily from his hiding place and leapt onto his tiger striped cat tree in grand gesture. More purring. More staring. Flan knows it means only ONE thing - Mr Brown wants food.
"Too fat. Time for a diet." Flan thought to herself. "And look at the mess. I am going to confisticate his toys." Laughing smirkly at that thought, she dished out two spoonfuls of fancy feast (assorted flavours) and watched in pride at the chubby tabby devouring the plate-full hungrily.
Absolutely adorable. If Flan had a pencil and a book right there and nothing waiting for her to do, she would sketch it out. But today is not the day.
Later in the day, seated next to "Sarah", Flan pointed a discerning finger at the empty lines, "Write the answer here...neatly please." "Sarah" clasped his chubby fingers around a 2.5-inch-in-diameter pencil and scrawled out the answer...very slowly. The tip of the pencil was so thick each printed word looked the size of a font size 26.
" 'Sarah'...you are taking forever." Flan chimed in a strained voice, hiding her urge (very unsuccessfully) not to throttle the boy she once thought was very adorable, and a "pleasure to teach". "Here...use my pen. The special pen..." Flan hoped that this trick would work, as it did with the others. She called it the "taming pen". Boys his age love writing in pens because it makes them feel oh-so-important.
He refused to take the bait. And continued to brandish the equipment proudly. A child's pride. Defiance.
Fine! Flan thought. She looked over. Might as well join him.
"Here, let me try....ooah. Pretty cool. Where did you get this from?" Passing the magnificient pencil back to "Sarah".
"I bought it."
Right.
"And it comes with an eraser!" Nearing poking her eye out as he pushed the other end into her face.
"Wow!" Inwardly groaning...Flan wondered if they would ever complete this exercise.
But of course they did. Eventually.
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