"That's not a word, Amber," Flora sighed, clearly annoyed. "In Scrabble, it must be a real word. Not one of your made-up ones."
Amber glared. "Well, I say it's a word. I put it down on this piece of wood, thus making it a word!"
"Your reasoning is preposterous."
Sara piped up in confusion, "Per-wha?" She attempted to put a tile down but Madison smacked it away, using her own way of insisting it was still her turn. "HEY!"
Flora felt her eye twitch and it wasn't just because the mute bird kept hitting their pieces away. "Madison quit it! You can't do that to everyone just because you're loosing!" The bird grimaced at the board. "And why are all your tiles wet?"
Madison flicked her eyes around nervously and then spat out the ones she had been hiding in her beak, one hitting Flora in the eye.
"OW!" She rubbed at her sore eye and grimaced again at the board. "Ugh, that's gross...and unsanitary..."
"Cheater!" Sara accused with a pointing flipper.
"She can't even spell!" Flora defended.
Amber growled, "Neither can I!" She put down some of her own letter tiles, making nonsense words. Something along the lines of 'gghdkdmfodvlam'. "But that's a word...I think."
"First of all, no it's not. Second of all, there can only be up to seven letters."
"WELL I SAY THERE IS THIRTY SEVEN!"
Madison had enough and lost her self-control, what little she did have. She took the entire table and flipped it, sending everything on it flying. She threw her flippers up and made a face that screamed, 'What now!'
"Thank you!" Amber cried dramatically. "I hate that game."
Flora crossed her flippers over her chest. "You hate everything."
"Let's not live in the past. Now, who wants pretzels?"