DAY DREAMING
DAY DREAMING
By MayFam
Copyright©2005.
Monday morning, the same old routine. Get up, brush your teeth, change your clothes. Get ready for school. True to his thoughts, in the background his mother was saying the exact words.
Jeremy closed his eyes and thought, just five more minute to stay in my nice warm bed. Then he felt his mother shaking him. She said,
‘Jeremy, if you don’t get up now you’ll be late for school.
Breakfast is on the table. Give your brother a biscuit while you eat. I’ll change and come downstairs.’
After Jeremy changed his clothes and brushed his teeth he grabbed Benny by the hand and dragged him downstairs. Benny was squalling and laughing as he was being dragged. Jeremy put Benny in his high chair and gave him a biscuit.
Jeremy was eating his cornflakes and looking at the packet on the table in front of him.
He said,
‘Heh, mum bought new cornflakes; there is a monkey on the front. Look, Benny, the monkey winked at me!’
‘Look Benny, look’, Jeremy pointed at the box.
‘Where? I can’t see anything’ Benny said. Jeremy turned to look at Benny.
‘That is strange, you cannot talk, and you are not old enough. Are you o.k.? Am I dreaming? Jeremy asked.
‘O yes, I can talk, but half the time no one listens. Now that you are listening, please in future, don’t pinch my cheeks. It hurts. And stop pulling my legs when I’m trying to crawl.’ Said Benny.
Jeremy said,’ ‘This is unbelievable, I’ll tell mum. There’s no way you can talk. You are too young. You can only say, ‘mum mum’ and ‘dada.’ No way you can talk like this, I must be dreaming!’
Then he heard another voice under the table, his dog, Dingo said with a yawn, ‘ya ya ya, next time don’t give me your leftovers, give me a nice bite once in awhile. You always tease me. You show me a nice piece of bacon and when I come over you give me peas and beans. No, no, that’s not nice.’
Jeremy went under the table and hugging Dingo, said, ‘No, you’re a dog, you cannot talk, this is weird. I’m only 9 years old, and I have a talking dog, who will believe me? Sorry Dingo, if I gave you my bacon, mum will know and I’ll be punished.’
Dingo said, ‘What Benny said is true, half the time you don’t listen to us. Will you do me a favour? Next time, when it’s cold and wet, please don’t drag me out for a walk. I am old and tired; the wet cold concrete is bad for my paws.’
Jeremy whispered, ‘What do you like to do? Chase a ball, run in the park while I play there? I know you like to chase the neighbour’s cat. Dig up Dad’s garden to bury your bone.’
Dingo answered, ‘When it is cold, wet, and windy, I like to sit and doze by the fire like you do. I like to go for drives in the car. I also like some peace and quiet once in awhile. You are always yelling and screaming at Benny and me.’
Benny banging his biscuit said, ‘I don’t like this biscuit, can I have something else? Please Jeremy. That biscuit, with the cream.’ Benny was pointing to a box on the shelf. Something caught his eye and he said,
‘Look, Jeremy, the clown on the window sill. He is dancing, his bells are jingling. Can you hear it?’
This in an extract from my book, if there is a publisher who can help me publish it, please contact me at
feedback99@gmail.com
Thank you.
By MayFam
Copyright©2005.
Monday morning, the same old routine. Get up, brush your teeth, change your clothes. Get ready for school. True to his thoughts, in the background his mother was saying the exact words.
Jeremy closed his eyes and thought, just five more minute to stay in my nice warm bed. Then he felt his mother shaking him. She said,
‘Jeremy, if you don’t get up now you’ll be late for school.
Breakfast is on the table. Give your brother a biscuit while you eat. I’ll change and come downstairs.’
After Jeremy changed his clothes and brushed his teeth he grabbed Benny by the hand and dragged him downstairs. Benny was squalling and laughing as he was being dragged. Jeremy put Benny in his high chair and gave him a biscuit.
Jeremy was eating his cornflakes and looking at the packet on the table in front of him.
He said,
‘Heh, mum bought new cornflakes; there is a monkey on the front. Look, Benny, the monkey winked at me!’
‘Look Benny, look’, Jeremy pointed at the box.
‘Where? I can’t see anything’ Benny said. Jeremy turned to look at Benny.
‘That is strange, you cannot talk, and you are not old enough. Are you o.k.? Am I dreaming? Jeremy asked.
‘O yes, I can talk, but half the time no one listens. Now that you are listening, please in future, don’t pinch my cheeks. It hurts. And stop pulling my legs when I’m trying to crawl.’ Said Benny.
Jeremy said,’ ‘This is unbelievable, I’ll tell mum. There’s no way you can talk. You are too young. You can only say, ‘mum mum’ and ‘dada.’ No way you can talk like this, I must be dreaming!’
Then he heard another voice under the table, his dog, Dingo said with a yawn, ‘ya ya ya, next time don’t give me your leftovers, give me a nice bite once in awhile. You always tease me. You show me a nice piece of bacon and when I come over you give me peas and beans. No, no, that’s not nice.’
Jeremy went under the table and hugging Dingo, said, ‘No, you’re a dog, you cannot talk, this is weird. I’m only 9 years old, and I have a talking dog, who will believe me? Sorry Dingo, if I gave you my bacon, mum will know and I’ll be punished.’
Dingo said, ‘What Benny said is true, half the time you don’t listen to us. Will you do me a favour? Next time, when it’s cold and wet, please don’t drag me out for a walk. I am old and tired; the wet cold concrete is bad for my paws.’
Jeremy whispered, ‘What do you like to do? Chase a ball, run in the park while I play there? I know you like to chase the neighbour’s cat. Dig up Dad’s garden to bury your bone.’
Dingo answered, ‘When it is cold, wet, and windy, I like to sit and doze by the fire like you do. I like to go for drives in the car. I also like some peace and quiet once in awhile. You are always yelling and screaming at Benny and me.’
Benny banging his biscuit said, ‘I don’t like this biscuit, can I have something else? Please Jeremy. That biscuit, with the cream.’ Benny was pointing to a box on the shelf. Something caught his eye and he said,
‘Look, Jeremy, the clown on the window sill. He is dancing, his bells are jingling. Can you hear it?’
This in an extract from my book, if there is a publisher who can help me publish it, please contact me at
feedback99@gmail.com
Thank you.
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