It was cold outside Fairy Cove. A silent mountain pregnant with secrecy. Within the enclave was a noise riddled in mischief. A grown man with barely any clothes on, ran out of the kitchen with a bowl of freshly fried yamballs. Behind him was the woman of the house, holding a spatula she threatened to put to use.
"Haness, I will not make anymore if you finish that bowl. Get back here!" Parisa chased him around the living room, crowing with light anger. The culprit just laughed at her, testing the limits. When she caught up with him, he lifted his arms."Haness!" Parisa would jump and attempt to climb him, but her height never cut it.
"You know what, eat it! You're gonna s**t it out anyway!" She stomped away like a troll. But Haness scurried the other way to block her path.
"Sorry Mama
