Mid Winter Year 4 — Saturday Morning Breakfast
Outside, it was snowing heavily, the road was closed and there would be no flying today. Inside, the house was warm and full of pent-up energy.
Angus: SEBASTIBOB! Hamish ate the last piece of toast!
Inwardly, Seb rolled his eyes and sighed:
Here we go again.
Seb: It’s Sebastian.
Angus tilted his head to one side comically.
Angus: That’s what I said.
Seb: No. You said Sebastibob.
Angus: Yea. Sebastibob.
Without looking up, Timo joined in with the nonsense.
Timo: Sebastibob, pass the butter would you?
Seb closed his eyes briefly.
Hamish: It’s Sebastian.
Fergus: Sebastyblob!
Hans set his fork down at 9 o’clock with academic precision.
Hans: Technically that is not even a plausible phonetic degradation.
Lewis: I concur unequivocally.
Sebastibob is not a real name.
Angus: Shush, spectacled space goblin.
Toby, sitting next to Raven, dug him in the ribs and spoke quietly.
Toby: Mate. I’m staying out of this one.
Raven returned with a look of sage acknowledgment.
Raven: Yea, mate. I agree.
Later…
Angus: SEBASTIBOB! YOU DIDN’T TELL ME WE WAS GOING OUTSIDE!
Seb closed his eyes again for a full three seconds, pulled his beanie firmly down over his ears, and headed outside, certain that someone, somewhere, was writing a zero-plot chapter of his life story and laughing maniacally.
Screw Pile Developments 