Yesterday, the big brother was running around the house, with a pirate hat on his head and a plastic sword in his hand, shouting. He was a fearsome pirate.
Abbe wanted to be equally fearsome. Half a meter behind, panting and coughing, Abbe fought on with a smile on his face. Shouting and screaming, with a black eye patch. And, in his hand, a yellow flyswatter.
29 September 2007
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