Between the sheets of a duvet two naked young boys draw figures of dragons and wizards, caught together in a battle growing more and more epic as their bows go farther, they're flips go ever higher, any tinsey line out of place spells a death knoll for the dragon holding the entrance to the cave the left boy must retrieve his dead warrior from. A shadow falls over the duvet,

Left Boy: Mummy sure takes her time when I'm HUNGRY!

Mummy: You boys have been under there too long, and yes, I have your sandwich but you're going to have to come out and taste the fresh air to eat it because your best blanket cannot get dirty before you go and visit daddy's this afternoon.

Right boy: Who's visiting daddy's?

Mummy: You both are munchkin boys! Now come on

Arms stem into the boy's duvet and pull out left boy with fingers poking from within his armpits, he laughs his way into a spasm that frees himself from mummy's grasp, but after a pat on the cheek and a light kiss from mummy both boys scamper off to their sandwiches, down the hall and outside finding a golden day.

Mummy: Calm down munchkins you can't do that to the grass,

Left boy: Because it grass deserves better?

Mummy: Because the flies are eating your sandwiches, quick! Go!

The Boys run to the table, pick up the sandwiches and splat them straight back down again,

Left Boy: No flies, look bitch! Throws handful of sandwich at mummy, mummy grabs the boy by the neck and drags him inside, heading towards the kitchen.

Left boy: I don't want to go to daddy! I hate daddys and I hate you so you should just go and, drown in a river!

The sink is full of dirty dishes and green water, mummy pushes Left boy under, he struggles and his naked body grazes against the sides of the bench, Mummy pulls lets his head out and he throws himself at her arms flailing, however he is held at bay with a simple outstretched hand.

Mummy: Don't be like that, you'll be back with me in three and a half sleeps, (Boy doesn't cease) However if you try all that with a daddy we will keep you away until you learn manners and a tinsey bit of etiquette. You're the most popular little boy there is and ever will be so we can always find you more daddys, and they will always make you do as you are told.

Right boy: Mummy?

Mummy: Yes, -

Right boy: Can I and Jeffry play some more game before the daddys get here?

Mummy: -munchkin

Right boy: What Mummy?

Mummy: Nevermind darling. As long as you get dressed ready for your daddy you can, will you do that for mummy Jeffry?

Left Boy: If I can play more game Mummy,

Mummy: Off you two go then, I'll bring you your clothes soon,

Boys skip off, Mummy reaches for a cloth from the oven handle and begins to wipe up the small amount of blood resulting from Jeffry's struggling,

Jeffry: (at door) Mummy?

Mummy: Yes munchkin?

Jeffry: I'm sorry for making you angry Mummy, I'll try hard for daddy I promise.