Francis looked at Amelia as she ate her bacon. Mon dieu! How does ma petite fille eat so impossibly much?* Francis thought to himself not able to comprehend where all the food was going.
"Nomnomnom" said Amelia while scarfing down her bacon, she had won the argument over it when she had locked herself in the bathroom and threatened to dump all the aspirin down the toilet, Francis had quickly decided that aspirin was more important than not eating bacon.
Francis looked down at his plate of fruit and cheese and decided he was not hungry after all. "So, mon cher*, you said there was a weird man who said you were his brother, non?" She nodded still eating her bacon. She's on her fifth plate of just bacon, I think. That can't be healthy.
Ok lets see if my suspicions are correct. "Was his name Arthur?" he asked.
She nodded again. "I think it was ..." she replied when she had finished chewing on her sixth plate of bacon.
Hmmmmm... I think I might just give Angleterre* a call. And where did all of this bacon come from anyway? Francis thought. Wait, I don't care. No point in thinking about it. It's just bacon...
"I'M DONE!" Amelia shouted giving Francis quite a scare "Lkawjdflkjdsflkjasdojf!" Francis exclaimed as he jumped in surprise.
"May I go play now?" Amelia asked loudly.
"Non, today we are going to go get you some new clothes to replace those 'clothes' you are wearing now. After that we shall burn those 'clothes' and then perhaps you may play."
Amelia looked down at her mud stained dress and noticed her red ribbon was GONE! Oh well. She thought Maybe brother Francis will get me a new one.
"What's wrong with the clothes I have now?" Amelia, who was very puzzled, asked.
"Ugh"Francis said. She needs some classes in manners, language and style. Although, her manners are better than most children...
Francis shook his head and went in to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Then he picked up the phone and hit the #1 button (which is his speed dial for England).
I'm going to enjoy this. He thought with a sinister grin on his face.
"'ello" Answered a groggy sounding British man on the other end of the phone line.
"BRODER! Why are you smiling like that? It's kinda scary! And can I go play now, since you're on the phone?" Amelia exclaimed.
TRANSLATIONS:
mon dieu how does ma petite fille eat so impossibly much? My god how does my little girl eat so impossibly much? (*Shivers* Gah'd that is creepy)
Mon Cher My dear
Angleterre England
