Reb woke up from her long nights sleep and stretched and yawned. She was wide awake. She got out of bed and walked into the kitchen to make some tea for herself, and others if they liked it, such as her mom, who was not up yet, and her father, who didn't drink that much tea, she thought, and would prefer coffee instead. She made them tea and coffee and didn't have any crumpets around, but she did have a cooking book from one of her travels. It was from Walmart or something like that. In it was a recipe, she found, that was almost twice as nice as it was true. It was delicious, she felt, so she made it right away, at once, post hastily enjoying her meal before she had even had the chance to relish in its crusty wigworm houseboat! She ate some of the raw dough and delighted in the madness, so she talked to her dreamworld friend Tiffany who appeared as a fairy in her housedress, as Rebecca told her what to do, Tiffany went and did just that, on Reb's word that Tiffany would get some too when she was finished, which Red had intended to keep her promise over, only if no one ate all of the darn things first. Tiffany agreed to the trade off and succumbed to the poison that was her dancing, and became enrelished in a fun fest of mindless proportions, not consumption as she would have liked. Her enrelishment complete, she told Reb that she was ready to see the madness burst into flame, for the oven was hot, hotter than it should be. She turned it down to about 450° from 550° or so and let it cool down a touch, for about 90 minutes or so. As her parents had told her, never use the oven without the oven mitts! She took out the brownies and cut them just as she knew she wouldn't have a mind not ought what to do, that she wouldn't have known, but what ought to do with what, who, where, when and why, which her teacher taught her to utilize to always know what, who, when, where and who, but not why as well, that was for the police to know. So she questioned the police and they told her to cut it into squares. She used a butter knife and not a cross cutting knife because it was safer to do so. She didn't burn her hands or get any stains anywhere, she hoped. She got them squares onto the napkins and put the teakettle, which was made of white glass, and somewhat painted to resemble a tea kettle with flowers on it, which it was, or rather, was gussied up to look like, she hoped, because if it wasn't gussied up to look like that, it sure did so, and bid Tiffany adieu. Tiffany returned back to her dreamworld, which was sans a dream this time, and woke up right after that, about 10 hours earlier than she would've liked to have, of course, she felt, and she also felt lonely and lonesome when she woke up without her friend around, Reb. She got on the phone and called Reb at around 10 o'clock in the morning, but that was when they were at school, so how could she know that she called her just then and where with all the poisoning and rot wood would she know she was calling her? She asked Reb if she wanted to go home with her. Reb said she wasn't certain, but it could be of course, because it was needed to be so cruel. She said that was a term that they could use in certain circumstances, but not in other times, because then, it might be, or get rather, like the cat out of the bag or the wood out of the woodworm forest, which last night was, oh, she rather oughtn't have said those words, and began to step up the stairs lightly. But they could use it, oh, so to say but not out of the way, it had to be in the original language, not quite so, but maybe it could possibly, perchance with a cluster of moose eggs, she was having this lengthy conversation with her best friend over the telephone a week ago and 9 yards, but her parents would love the desserts she had made.
She put the tray on their desk bed, which was the desk beside their bed, which was not a commode because it didn't have a door on the lower half, it was just an open place to put things, and the top had a telephone on it, one she had used to call Tiffany countless times ago, called many moons by some, but not by all, because that was pushing it a little bit. She told her parents good morning, and checked to see if they were awake. They were and accepted the gifts most audaciously, as they accepted the gifts, they accepted the gifts most rashly as well and felt her up about it by noonsday or Tuesday. She felt nonce headed and quite lean and green, and said so it were twice, and mentioned that what a good day it was, so sound headed was she that she agreed but twice in one mind, but two as well in the other, and left them to enjoy their bit of treats.
Her mother and father awokened, she returned to her bedroom and slept a little while. She dreamt no dreams at this point in her pretty little tale. Her feet ached, so she got out of bed and leapt onto the scene as a crime hustler would have, and took a shower, not a bath, because that was better for her eyes. She was awakened as well to the new news of the day, that the good news and the bad news had collided, and now she was needed in a new building block called the leaving home.