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Chapter 2
And so it was, that Shabnam was punished. For a whole 30 minutes, Nisse and Erik would tickle her, until she begged them to stop. Next, they would force her to run out into the yard and do all their chores, such as feed the animals, make their beds, and clean their clothes (quite the dirty job). When all of that was done, she had to cook food once more, before it was time to do the sisters’ geography homework.
Meanwhile, in a ruin up on a mountain, the king and queen were discussing their son the prince. The king and queen both had the name Jessica, and were clones of one another. Their son’s name was Alma, and they were pissed off at her for neglecting marriage and instead dozing off in paint and “lacknafta”. Jessica and Jessica sighed as they discussed what to do.
“What if we just told him he had to marry someone,” Jessica suggested.
“And you really think he’s going to agree to that?” Jessica asked. “He’ll just jump out the basement window and run off to Amalias.”
“What can we do then?”
“How about we throw him a huge party,” Jessica suggested. “And then we invite all girls we can find, and tell him he have to marry one of them, or at least stat dating one of them.”
“That sounds like a good idea.” Jessica replied with a smile and brought out the phonebook, beginning to make a list of all the women in the country.
Back in the house where Shabnam lived, Simon had just begun to give her daughters a music lesson, and sat down by the brand new keyboard they had. He threw back his long brow in a very feministic motion and told the two girls to pick up their instruments, and so, the girls sat down with drums and a base. The cat Sofie struggled to get off Simon’s lap, but did not manage quite well, as Simon pushed her down and forced her to stay. It did not matter how much Sofie meowed or tried clawing Simon; Simon would not allow her to leave. However, as the girls began to play, Simon accidentally forgot to keep an eye on Sofie and she ran out of the room. There was nothing wrong with the sisters’ musical skills; quite the contrary: they’d most likely become the new Kent one day. However, Sofie was sick and tired of Simon’s hands petting her fur and pushing her around all day, and so she ran out into the hallway. There, she began to lick herself but then heard singing, and looked down at the bottom of the stairs. Shabnam was scrubbing the stairs while singing, and Sofie scurried down amongst bubbles that for some reason was everywhere and reflected Shabnam scrubbing (what’s the whole deal with that anyways?). Sofie stopped for a minute to see what Shabnam was doing, but she really wasnot doing anything interesting, completely lost in her own world, and so, Sofie scurried into the garden to play with mice before returning inside. Well inside, she scurried up to Shabnam who had stopped singing and sat still spaced out. Then, Shabnam suddenly gasped as she noticed Sofie had re-dirtified the floor with her large paws. And so, Shabnam had to re-clean the floor.
As evening approached, there was a phonecall.
“Shabnam,” Simon called out. “Answer that and put on the speakers.”
Shabnam rushed towards the phone.
“And give me twenty push-ups” Simon added.
Shabnam sighed and answered the phone, turning on the speakers so that everyone could hear it.
“Is this the house of the Ravioli?” a voice asked in the other end of the phone.
“Yes it is” Shabnam replied.
“All babes in your household are invited to a party, tomorrow evening, at the Brahe ruins” the voice said.
Suddenly, Erik came running to the phone.
“A party!!” he shouted into the phone. “Will there be booze?”
“Yes,” the voice replied. “Will you be attending.”
“Yes we will,” Nisse who just entered the room, sipping coke, replied.
They bid farewell to the person in the phone.
“I have other plans,” Nisse said, taking a piece of orange chocolate.
“But dude,” Erik replied. “You have to come.”
“But what am I supposed to wear?” Nisse asked.
Erik turned to Shabnam.
“Do you wanna….”
“Come, yes!” Shabnam replied, smiling, completely in her own world again.
The sisters looked surprised, then poked her so she jumped.
“You can’t come,” they said. “You’re too short; midget!”
“But…. Öööääähh!” Shabnam replied.
“Girls,” Simon who entered the room said. “We need to pick out two dresses for you.”
“What about me?” Shabnam asked.
“You don’t count, you’re small and hairy.” Simon replied.
And so, Simon and the sisters left to go shopping dresses at Carlings, and Shabnam went to her room to make herself a dress with a puffy skirt with a red layer underneath.
(to be continued...)
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“Yes we will,” Nisse who just entered the room, sipping coke, replied.
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Kunde bara inte bestämma mig för om du skulle vara kung eller drottning, eller för någon som var bra nog att vara gift med mig =)
nee, men, jag har mycket o göra + socialt liv...... men emellan att man pluggar för ja........ allt det hemska (som börjar imorgon...)<br />
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