After Mary left, Rosha turned to the children, who, to her, had devious
looks on their faces. She looked at them all for a few seconds before
speaking. "All right, you little heathens, the jig is up. I know your
game. I'm on to you, like white on rice. You think that I am going to be
outsmarted by a bunch of little kids? HA! Think again, you evil little
rug-rats. There will be no more manipulating the receptionist, cause you
and I BOTH know that if you are angels, then heaven is really hell. Now
that we have that out of the way, I expect you all to clean up this mess
that you've caused, while I go in search of a band-aid." The children
looked up at her with cherubic faces, and then looked towards each other,
as if silently conversing with each other. Rosha nearly panicked. "OH NO
you don't. There will be NO plotting my demise amongst yourselves either."
She nodded to herself, satisfied that her order would stop any shenanigans
from occurring. She should have known better. As she was in the bathroom
hunting down a band-aid, she noticed that it was oddly silent in the room
that held the devil's minions. She frowned to herself, then shrugged.
"AHA!" She exclaimed as she located the band-aids. Taking one out, she
applied it to her wound, and then slipped out the bathroom door. When she
looked around, she gasped. All of the toys were cleared from the floor,
and the children were all lying on the floor, peacefully snoozing. Rosha
canted her head to the side, and smiled to herself in relief. "Well," she
thought to herself, "perhaps they were just cranky because they needed
naps." She walked over to a rocking chair that sat in the corner, and
lowered herself into it with a sigh. She was thinking to herself that this
job might not be as hard as she imagined, when a bird flew onto the window-
sill. In her distraction at looking at the bird, she didn't notice that
all of the children opened their eyes at that moment, and a red glow seemed
to emanate from them as they smiled wickedly amongst themselves.
Rosha thought that, while they slept, she would look at a few of the magazines that she had seen on the receptionist's desk. She quietly tip- toed out of the room, as not to disturb the children. When she reached Mary's desk, the receptionist smiled at her. "Is everything better now?" Rosha smiled back and nodded. "Yes, everything is going fine now. I think that the children were just cranky before. They are all sleeping now." Mary frowned. "But Rosha, the children do not lay down to take their naps for another two hours or so." At that very moment, child-like laughter was heard coming from the room that the turds occupied. Rosha groaned, and ran to see what was going on. When she entered the room, she smelt a vile smell wafting through the doorway. Before she even looked, she knew, knew what those things had done. The walls, once a sparkling array of colors, was now splattered with brown, green and black feces. "YOU LITTLE SHITS!!!" Every one of the now bare-bottom children looked at her and giggled. The giggling was abruptly ceased as their lips got pouty, and tears glistened in their eyes. Rosha rolled her eyes, and then a thought hit her.. No. it couldn't be. Nevertheless, she turned around, and there stood Mary, with her hands on her hips. "Now Rosha, really. I know that you didn't want to do this job today, but spreading the children's. poop on the walls is NOT going to get you out of it. Now come with me, and I will show you where the sponges and the disinfectant is." Rosha exploded. "You cannot HONESTLY think that I did this??? Why on earth would I?" Mary looked at her sternly. "As I said, Rosha, I know that you did not wish to do this today, but that is no reason to act so childishly. Apparently your parents did not teach you well, you were obviously too coddled as you were growing up. But if you think for one minute that I am going to stand her and let you blame these innocent infants for this." Rosha interjected. "INNOCENT???" she shrieked. "These children are anything BUT innocent, Mary. These little HEATHENS were giggling with demonic glee before you came in! Then they decided to switch their moods, in order for you to blame me! And it WORKED!!" Mary shook her head, and then took Rosha by the arm. "Let me show you where the sponges and disinfectant is," she replied again, totally dismissing Rosha's ranting. Rosha shook her head in defeat. Score two for those damn heathens.
Rosha thought that, while they slept, she would look at a few of the magazines that she had seen on the receptionist's desk. She quietly tip- toed out of the room, as not to disturb the children. When she reached Mary's desk, the receptionist smiled at her. "Is everything better now?" Rosha smiled back and nodded. "Yes, everything is going fine now. I think that the children were just cranky before. They are all sleeping now." Mary frowned. "But Rosha, the children do not lay down to take their naps for another two hours or so." At that very moment, child-like laughter was heard coming from the room that the turds occupied. Rosha groaned, and ran to see what was going on. When she entered the room, she smelt a vile smell wafting through the doorway. Before she even looked, she knew, knew what those things had done. The walls, once a sparkling array of colors, was now splattered with brown, green and black feces. "YOU LITTLE SHITS!!!" Every one of the now bare-bottom children looked at her and giggled. The giggling was abruptly ceased as their lips got pouty, and tears glistened in their eyes. Rosha rolled her eyes, and then a thought hit her.. No. it couldn't be. Nevertheless, she turned around, and there stood Mary, with her hands on her hips. "Now Rosha, really. I know that you didn't want to do this job today, but spreading the children's. poop on the walls is NOT going to get you out of it. Now come with me, and I will show you where the sponges and the disinfectant is." Rosha exploded. "You cannot HONESTLY think that I did this??? Why on earth would I?" Mary looked at her sternly. "As I said, Rosha, I know that you did not wish to do this today, but that is no reason to act so childishly. Apparently your parents did not teach you well, you were obviously too coddled as you were growing up. But if you think for one minute that I am going to stand her and let you blame these innocent infants for this." Rosha interjected. "INNOCENT???" she shrieked. "These children are anything BUT innocent, Mary. These little HEATHENS were giggling with demonic glee before you came in! Then they decided to switch their moods, in order for you to blame me! And it WORKED!!" Mary shook her head, and then took Rosha by the arm. "Let me show you where the sponges and disinfectant is," she replied again, totally dismissing Rosha's ranting. Rosha shook her head in defeat. Score two for those damn heathens.
