Five year old Ravi Ross' short dark hair bobbed with him as he tried to keep up with his new parents. These two walked too fast, and by now they had already walked through the door. "Mrs. Mommy, Mr. Daddy, are you in there?" The little hindu child quipped.
"Yes Ravi. Mommy and I are here."
Ravi passed through the door to a room that he didn't know. The Kitchen. Of course he had seen a refridgerator... But it was in a rich neighbors house. The rest of the items were unclear to him-
"Oh Lord, they have another one!" A buff man walked through the room, and Ravi shrieked. "Mr. Daddy, theres a stranger here!" The little boy started to hyperventilate, and his new mother came to comfort him.
"Aww. Ravi, this is Birchram, our butler. He cleans and makes our meals. Be nice to him." Kristina cooed.
"You have a butler? You are clearly distinguished." The Ross couple laughed at their son's comment.
Brrrrrrrrrrgghghh... The garbage disposal choked and spattered to life. Ravi rurned his head to Birchram, who happened to be standing next to the sink. His eyes snapped open in shock and he picked up Mr. Kipling, the little egg he named without knowing it was a lizard.
"PLEASE ANGRY KITCHEN GOD, DON'T 'BRRRRRRRRRRRGGHGHH' MY SOUL!"
This was going to take some time getting used to.