The Morning Report (Open)
Aug 12, 2019 9:33:09 GMT -5
Post by Hamish/Hubert/Harris on Aug 12, 2019 9:33:09 GMT -5
It seemed the woman gave them a vote of confidence, if her words on their being Fine were anything to go off of, which was nice, not many did! They of course thought themselves very clever as King Fergus' little pride and joys, but at the end of the day were just five year old boys susceptible to smart adults, shown by falling for first the "slide trick" as well as the woman's next words as she went to stop them climbing on the guitar again.
Not that they didn't glance to her suspiciously...analyzing the words for a trick. Thankfully it meant they also missed the bird's words they would have then analyzed for insult on Thrill-seeking. Trouble-Makers was a prouder title!
"U'k....", Hamish glanced to his brothers as he spoke, as if checking with them on the answer as well. Hubert and Harris nodded. The logic seemed to make sense, and they were intrigued. Yet even at their young age, and without their mother here they saw the slightly worrying parts of it.
"But we have tae' get u'r kilts back! They're special", Hubert said.
"Yea' they're Clan Bunb..Dunbe...", Harris knew he shouldn't have tried, he couldn't quite say their Clan name yet, none of them could without some accident of syllables. "U'r family's".
Fergus had explained about how the proud pattern of their tartans was their own clan's exclusively enough times for the fact to stick with the boys. They commented this over the woman's explaining that they weren't her kids to the tiger in clothes.
"Hang on, you can't work on any of your moves that way! Not with your hands full, holding on like that! If you wanna go higher, how about tryin' out some tricks on a trampoline? C'mon, we can try it out by the pool!"
Not that they didn't glance to her suspiciously...analyzing the words for a trick. Thankfully it meant they also missed the bird's words they would have then analyzed for insult on Thrill-seeking. Trouble-Makers was a prouder title!
"Let's look for some swimsuits though. You'll jump and swim a lot faster without somethin' weighing you down. You can change back as soon as you're done."
"U'k....", Hamish glanced to his brothers as he spoke, as if checking with them on the answer as well. Hubert and Harris nodded. The logic seemed to make sense, and they were intrigued. Yet even at their young age, and without their mother here they saw the slightly worrying parts of it.
"But we have tae' get u'r kilts back! They're special", Hubert said.
"Yea' they're Clan Bunb..Dunbe...", Harris knew he shouldn't have tried, he couldn't quite say their Clan name yet, none of them could without some accident of syllables. "U'r family's".
Fergus had explained about how the proud pattern of their tartans was their own clan's exclusively enough times for the fact to stick with the boys. They commented this over the woman's explaining that they weren't her kids to the tiger in clothes.