It had been raining for a very long time and the boys were now starting to get agitated. They had to burn-up their energies somehow.
Sir Winston darted upstairs into the attic but couldn´t seem to shake Mr Midnight off.
A few empty storage boxes fell to the floor and carefully stacked items were strewn all over the place. Mr Midnight wasn´t going to give up because although Sir Winston was stronger than himself, he certainly wasn´t as nimble.
Sir Winston cried in full-swing,
Sir Winston dived over the painting canvases in the far corner of the attic and craftily managed to get himself tucked behind the old cupboard which stood slightly ajar from the wall.
Mr Midnight skidded to a halt and frustratingly eyed Sir Winston.
Your stomach will start grumbling in 10 minutes and then you´ll have to desert your post.
A slight draft from a half opened window made a piece of cord which was dangling from one of the shelves, suddenly sway in front of Mr Midnight’s watchful eyes.
He quickly lost interest in “guarding” Sir Winston’s hiding place and without hesitation, he sprang up and went over to investigate the mysterious object.
(It was in fact the ends of a string pulley attached to some window blinds which had been stored on the shelf but Mr Midnight was totally baffled by them).
Sir Winston peeped around the corner of his hiding place and curiously observed Mr Midnight’s antics.
I´ll hook my claws into it – if I can. 🙂
As just as Sir Winston had finished saying “…daddy will moan at us”, Mr Midnight’s claw got stuck in the cord and after having released his claw at the same time, the whole lot came tumbling down.
As scared as hell, the lads ran in opposite directions. The din was colossal.
After having hid for what seemed like ages, they both slowly emerged from their hiding places with which to examine the damage.
Do you think daddy will notice if we just shove the stuff into that far corner?
You´re right on that one Mr Midnight. Grown-up humans always seem to act so seriously. No wonder they´re often miserable half the time and in need of superficial entertainment. They seem to have lost their playfullness. Only human children still understand the necessity to playfully, go through life.
Now come on SIr Winston. Stop chatting about and help me please. I´m getting famished. 🙂
Copyright (C) mags 2018