Master’s prank!
It is going to be a quick one today. As you might have known, the Master hates to work at home, he does anything to avoid working.
So on that day, I was trying to think about how good life has been to me, I was thinking about the happy moments I have spent in our small house.
All of a sudden, Master ran into the sitting room with a duvet, he was wearing a hoodie and sock on his feet. I wondered what he was doing, because it was summer, and I was even feeling the heat where I was. I mean, you know how hot that meant!
He laid on a sofa opposite me and pulled the duvet to cover his head, he closed his eyes. At first, I was not sure of what he was doing until Mistress came looking for him. She had bags under her eyes, her apron was not properly done, I felt the urge to get up and walk up to her, and somehow help her adjust it. I knew better, so I just stayed there.
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"You're staying here again? Who do you think will help clean the mess you cause in the kitchen?" She yanked the duvet from Master's body. I was enjoying the scene already, I listened to every bit of what Mistress said.
Deliberately, I bet it was, Master fell to the floor, hit his head on the hard floor and groaned, and opened his eyes, red and swollen. I bet he did something to make the eyes swollen.
"I am really sick, I am sorry for causing the mess, I will make up for it when I get well" he said in between groans.
"You're sick? I wasn't aware of that!" The spoon in Mistress's hand found its way to the floor, she bent over to Master.
I guess you know what happens after that…
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