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Short Story Of The House

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The house was so quiet, so different.
“Don’t let them do it!” wailed Peter at the ceiling as if he was talking to the house, the nursery. “Don’t let Father kill everything.” He turned to Father. “Oh I hate you!”
“Insults won’t get you anywhere.”
“I wish you were dead!”
“We were for a long time. Now we’re going to really start living. Instead of being handled and massaged, we’re going to live.”
I was still crying and Peter joined me again. “Just a moment, just one moment, just another moment of nursery,” we wailed.
“Oh George,” said Mother, “it can’t hurt.”
Yes, that’s it. Tell him to let us in. Mom was always the softer less strict one. She always gave in eventually.
“All right- all right, if they’ll just shut up. One minute, mind …show more content…

Peter!” he beat the door. “Open up!”
“No, Father,” Peter raged. “Don’t let them switch off the house,” Peter said to the lions.
“Now don’t be ridiculous, children. It’s time to go. Mr.McClean’ll be here in a minute and…”
I was done listening to Father. Go, I said to the lions. Mother and Father had heard them. Peter and I could see it in our heads.
The lions on three sides of them, in the yellow veldt grass, padding through the dry straw, rumbling and roaring in their throats. Father looked at Mother and then turned and looked back at the beasts edging slowly forward crouching, tails stiff.
Then they screamed.

“Well here I am,” said David McClean in the nursery hallway, “Oh hello.” He stared at us because we were sitting in the nursery having a picnic. “Where are your Mother and Father?”
I looked up and smiled. “Oh, they’ll be here directly,” I said. “Good, we must get going.”
I could tell that he saw the lions fighting for food and then eating in the shade. He squinted at the lions and saw that now the lions were done feeding and were moving to the watering hole to drink.
A shadow flickered over Mr.McClean’s hot face. Many shadows flickered. The vultures were dropping down the blazing sky.
“A cup of tea?” I asked breaking the silence.
Mr.McClean stared at me. “ No, thank you. So, are your parents coming? Don’t want to be late do we?” he said laughing uncomfortably.
Peter gets up and says he will go “check in” on them.
“ So

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