Story

This evening, Boo insisted on reading a bed-time story to Bash. I was evicted. The serenity didn't last for too long because Bash decided to start blowing a mini trumpet in Boo's face at the end of every sentence, which quickly deteriorated in to frustration, shouting and wrestling. Eventually, once peace was resumed, I was permitted back on to the bed to resume my usual story-telling duties. It was sweet while it lasted, eh?