"Naomi, stop staring at me! It's rude!" said Maeve. The plush, suddenly feeling the need for defiance, continued to stare. Maeve got angry now. "NAOMI!"
The stuffed rabbit sat there, an act not uncommon for plushes to perform.
Meanwhile, Maeve's older brother, Benson, and the middle child, Felicity, stood in the doorway. "Should we....tell her?" asked Felicity, bored of the scene. Benson, with a chuckle, replied, "Nah, I wanna see how dumb this gets."
Maeve stormed out of the room. "MOMMY! NAOMI IS BEING RUDE!" Benson stepped into the room, tilted Naomi's head in the other direction, and stepped back out.
The plush sat there, a behavior commonly exhibited by its kind.
Felicity sighed. "Mae isn't gonna learn any time soon unless someone tells her!" she argued. Maeve ran back, saw Naomi, and apologized. "Mommy says I was mean to you. I'm sorry."
Naomi, accepting the apology, sat there in agreement.
Benson and Felicity left to their rooms.
YOU ARE READING
Stuffing
HumorThe story of a four-year-old girl named Maeve and her stuffed rabbit, Naomi.
