Marigold Mouse stormed into the house and threw her book bag into the corner. She dropped her jacket on the stairs. She dumped her sack lunch on the kitchen counter, stalked to her bedroom and slammed the door.
"Marigold dear, is that you?" asked Mary Mouse.
She was answered by the sound of loud music coming down the stairs.
'I guess that's a yes,' she said to herself.
She got up to put her teacup with the little rosebuds on it into the sink. She picked up the putrid lunch sack and pitched it into the trash a foot away. She sprayed some Spot-B-Gone on the stain and rubbed it clean with a dishrag.
Then she went to put her outdoor shoes on so she could meet the kids at their bus stop. She saw Marigold's junk strewn across what had been a clean room and sighed.
'Well, I was no better at that age," she thought.
She went out the backdoor and down the garden path to head off the bus before it whipped by. It actually passed her house twice, but if she could catch it on the first go round, the kids got home twenty minutes sooner.
She passed the fairy house and noted that they were not home at the moment. Then again with fairies you never knew. They were invisible much of the time. Just in case she smiled and waved in their general direction. They could be so touchy if they thought you were being rude to them.
She ducked through the moon gate and out into the back road just in time to see the bus turning the corner half a mile down the road away from her. Cleaning up after Marigold had thrown her off schedule and now she had missed the bus.