It was a usual day in the snowy lands of Dun Morogh as a couple awoke to the shouts and pitter pattering feet of their three children in the kitchen. Rising to see what was wrong, Mrs. Fizzlewick, who’s violet hair was still securely sticking in the air above her head and held by many silver clasps, went into the living room that opened into the kitchen and she spoke with her naturally happy voice.
“Ooooh kittens! What seems to be the matter?” She bundled up her bright purple nightgown and moved into the kitchen itself to see what had happened. What she saw when she entered made her shout, “Bulbs and pistons! Charlotte you get off of that table this very instant!” For in the kitchen stood a chubby little girl upon the table, a boy under the table, covered in flour from a broken jar, and in the corner cackled the eldest child, a boy named Raulkin.
Mrs. Fizzlewick pointed her finger imperiously at the ground and was replied to with a stuck out lip of protest from her daughter. “Mommy, Raully said that he had learned a spell that would keep the flour in the air. Raully said that if Charley threw it, and it didn’t work, Tynet would be able to catch it. But when Charly threw it, Mommy, when Charley threw it, Raully tripped Tynet and it broke on his he-”
“I DID NOT!” exclaimed the red haired boy who had been laughing. “She’s fibbing! She always tries to get Raully in trouble. Yes she does.” Standing up from under the table, still white all over from the flour, was Tynet with an index finger raised in the air, “Indubitably!”
Mrs. Fizzlewick curled her toddler sized hands into toddler sized fists and placed them firmly on her pudgy little hips. “Now boys, don’t gang up on your sister. Momma doesn’t care who did what, just go wash up or you will be late for school.”
As if it were planned, all three of the children opened their mouths in unison to protest but they were cut off with a waved hand. “Scoot, kitties!” In a single filed order they moved past their mother to go wash up, Raully of course stepping on Charlotte’s slippers as all older brothers do, but it did not retard their progress to the bathroom and, eventually, their bedrooms.
Mrs. Fizzlewick walked forward to pick up the broken glass jar pieces that housed her flour and she placed them all on the table before cleaning up the spilled flour itself with a wet linen cloth. “Well,” she thought aloud, “That just means I won’t be making any cookies or cakes tonight. A night without dessert ought to teach them.” She rinsed the rag off, while humming a rather quirky melody, and as soon as she shut off the water to ring out the dishtowel, she heard the feet again. “Oooooh kittens!”
As a trio, the three lined up in the living room’s entry way and smiled to their mother. In the middle was Raulkin, the tallest and darkest. His hair was red, shaggy, and almost completely obstructive of his equally red-orange eyes. On his left was Tynet who was once more green in hair and eyes, having washed all of the flour off his person. His hair was still wet and yet it stuck up and back as though it had been exposed to the harsh winds of Tanaris. Finally, on Raulkin’s right, was the little Charlotte. Charley alone had inherited her mother’s purple hair and eyes, though she wore her hair in two large buns over her ears as opposed to her mother’s tower-style.
With a great smile Mrs. Fizzlewick made her way over to her children and stood before them. “Now, my darlings, don’t you all look dapper.” In fact, they all did. Each was dressed in a linen robe that was trimmed with the color to match their respect hair and eyes. They even had screwdrivers and goggles with custom colored lenses to match as well. “You all remember what Mommy and Daddy told you to do after school today?”
The three nodded together but each spoke a different word of reassurance,
Mrs. Fizzlewick smiled again and extended her arms forward to beckon her children forward and into them. Before breaking off the hug, Mrs. Fizzlewick leaned forward to peck each of her children on the forehead with a kiss and whisper, “I love you” after each one. Stepping back, the children replied, “I love you too,” before immediately rounding on each other and entering another shouting match.
“I love her more!”
“No, I do!”
“That’s not possible!”
“Yes it is you don’t know anything!”
“Yessuh. Tynet knows it’s more likely Tynet loves her most just like world enlarging contraptions actually just backfire and shrink the user!”
“Raully thinks you make about as much sense as goggle frames without lenses.”