The 21st stories just keep on happening

In addition to dancing around half-naked like crazed nymphs – yes, there is video – the children have been sage in their wisdom.

Zachary, for instance, fancies himself as some sort of Sherlock Holmes. The cats have been fed plain boiled fish a lot recently, as the new arrival kitten has had… bottom issues, shall we say. One night, the fish had been eaten even though no-one had seen any of the four (two real ones, one absentee, and the GODDAMN NEIGHBOUR’S one) cats around to eat it, in the sealed area of the house it was in. “Hmmm,” said Zachary, stroking his chin. “It’s a…” – pausing for dramatic effect – “fish mystery.” He then tilted his head to the side and stared thoughtfully at the cat bowl for a few seconds.

Samantha, on the other hand, is a simple soul. After an oh-crap-Daddy-forgot-to-prepare-dinner meal of Burger King, she took the sweet ‘n’ sour sauce pottle and raised it to her lips; she tipped it backwards, drinking deep of its fruity yet tangy well. Naturally, some got on her nose. Slamming it down on the table, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, grinned, and declared “I’m a lady!” to her long-suffering mother.

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