Good Morning Henry!

Photo prompt courtesy Sue Vincent

“Henry, you’re still not up?” Mom cried out. Henry lazily opened his left eye half-way through, and then shut it again. Mom and morning could wait, sleep couldn’t.

But Mom was made of sterner stuff, and waiting was not in her DNA.

A peanut came sailing through the air, and hit Henry right on the nose.

“Ouch!” Henry exclaimed, rubbed his nose sleepily, and dozed off again.

Mom saw Henry’s supine body, and shook her head in frustration. How had she and his father, both belonging to such hard-working stock, borne someone as lazy as him? God moves in mysterious ways indeed.

Mom knew it was time for drastic steps now, otherwise the entire day would be wasted.

She took a huge mouthful of water, and calmly walked up to Henry. And then, POOOFFF, she had coughed out the water all over her son.

That did the trick, like always.

Henry shook his head violently, and opened his eyes. With considerable effort, he got up…and stretching his arms, yawned.

“Henry…nooooooooooo!!!” Mom screamed in panic.

CREAAAAAKKKK…..GROOOAAAANNNNNN!!!

Mom came running out and her eyes widened in horror. The rift in their cosy, underground apartment had widened considerably, not only increasing their home considerably in size, but also making it easier to discover by the surface dwellers.

And to think that her friends had family were jealous that she had such a muscular rat for a son!

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Written in response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt: Rift #writephoto.

 

 

 

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