Journal, Day 51

And then there was one…waffle. The elder male lay immediate claim as soon as he spied it, which was slightly unfair due to his singular presence when the lone breakfast item appeared. Immediately, sensing the betrayal, the youngest female appeared out of thin air, and attempted to demand the breakfast circle. Ferocious bickering erupted, followed by an intense negotiation worthy of United Nations standards. The elder male was granted the baked good, stipulating the youngest female was given full authority to feed the canine.
 
Of course, the youngest female was heavily disappointed when she went to feed the dog and found her food dish still mostly full. This created a mild bout of crying, easily soothed with a physical embrace. She then settled for a hearty bowl of crisp rice, but balked at the nut milk the benefactor offered, eventually capitulating.
 
While the benefactor readied for the morning, she sifted through the children’s self-made lunches. The younger females included blue, spun sugar packaged as a fruit and a bag with three heirloom tomatoes. Clearly this needed to be supplemented.
 
As she added nutrition to their lunch pails, the children snuck off with the spun sugar and ate it for breakfast, as a side dish. They then began to fill imitation firearms with water, and proceeded to squirt them outside. When the benefactor caught them, they claimed they were watering the sunflowers, which continue to grow strong, despite such unorthodox care.
 
Finally, after belongings were gathered, the children chasing themselves to the transportation vehicle, the benefactor herded them unsuccessfully for several minutes until they were finally contained in safety restraints. The benefactor will have a short break of four days without any progeny, and despite the chaos and kerfuffle, will miss their daily presence, as she does the absent elder children daily.