Answer: A little girl named Patricia woke up one day and decide this would be <em>her </em>day. It wasn't her birthday, but she knew that she wanted this day to be better than all the ones before, aside from her actual birthday, because nothing could replace that. So Patricia got up from her twin sized bed, slipped on the fluffy bunny slippers Grandma had got her last week after the elephant ones lost their trunks after Gizmo the dog got ahold of them.
After putting on her shoes, Patricia ran over to her mother and father's room and peered into "the cage" that stood not too far from her parents bed. The cage was about twice as tall as Patricia was, which she found odd because the creature that lived there, was no bigger than Patricia's favorite stuffed animal-Mr. Ramington.
Patricia ran over to the cage, and peered inside the bars and gazed at the sleeping creature. Mother told Patricia not to call him "the creature" because he was a person just as she was, and even though Patricia was sure that she never lived in a cage, screamed as loud as he did, and especially never smelled as awful as he did.
Patricia climbed into the cage and looked at the creature-sorry, "the brother." Why did the brother have to live here anyway? Why couldn't mother and father have gotten another dog instead?
Patricia poked the cre-brother with her fingers on the nose. Immedialty, the dark eyes on the brother opened, and a playful smile appeared. Patricia almost smiled, but stopped herself. Mother and father were always smiling at this creature, and Patricia hated that. They used to smile at Patricia all the time, and mother used to have sleepovers in Patricia's room all the time, but then "the brother" arrived, and took up all the space and time mother and father had to give.
Patricia didn't smile. Instead she stuck her tongue out at "the brother" and trumpted her lips and made spit fly out in all directions. "The brother" didn't like this, he immedialty started to cry, which woke up mother and father.
"Patty, what did you do?"
Mother asked as she got out of bed."
"Spit."
Patricia said. mother lookd angry, but Patricia looked very pleased with herself-until "the brother" was lifted out of the cage and into mother's arms.
"I told you, your not supposed to climb into the crib anymore. You could get hurt."
Mother said. Patricia rolled her eyes.
"No I won't. And I said to take "brother" back to where he came from and get another puppy. When you listen, I will."
Patricia said sternly. Mother looked like she was going to say something, until "the brother's" crying reached a louder level, and he began to bawl. THat's when father woke up.
"You got him Sarah?"
Father asked.
"Yes hun, I've got him."
Mother said with a low voice. SHe started bouncing "the brother" up and down as she walked back and forth. Too much attention for "the brother" Patricia thought. She climbed out of the cage and even though she had perfectly good balance, and knew how much to bend her knees before dropping to the ground, she released the bars of the cage too early and crashed onto the floor.
"OW!"
She cried. Immediatly, father rushed out of the bed to comfort Patricia. She clutched her knee as she had done when she fell of her trycicle last month, right before mother and father had come to her. They went out for ice cream after that, and "the brother" hadn't arrived yet, so he didn't come.
"Honey are you okay?"
Mother asked, still councing the brother but finally looking at Patricia.
"No mommy, it hurts."
Patricia cried, even though her leg felt fine.
"I told you not to climb that thing."
Mother said.
"I know mommy, I'm sorry."
Patricia said. Mother sighed and put the brother back in the cage, even though he was still crying. Then mother bent down near Patricia, who was still holding her knee. Mother felt around the knee, and looked for bumps and bruises. She then looked at father a long time, and they seemed to have a silent conversation.
"Do you want some breakfast?"
Father asked.
"Yes! Eggs and bacon! Waffles and pancakes! French toast and muffins!"
Patricia cried, forgetting all about her knee and jumping to her feet.
"How about some cereal-there's no way you can fit all of that in your stomache.
Mother said. Patricia nodded, and started heading towards the bedroom door. Mother folloewd, while father went to pick up the brother.
In the kitchen, Patricia sat in her usaul seat, with the kitchen cookbook under her tush so that she could reach the table. Brother sat in his big chair, the one with long legs and a comfy pillow. Mother brought a bowl of fruitloops over to Patricia, who smiled.
She then looked at brother, who finally wasn't crying.
"My day."
Patricia said. Brother laughed, as if to challenge her. Patricia threw a fruit loop at him