“WHAT DID YOU DO!” Sam screamed. It was terrible, the room appearing as if some fluffy clouds had gained entrance, then commenced to downpour warm chocolate on every and any surface. It was everywhere. Puddles turning to pools of swirling brown on her once, pale cream, carpet.
“Mum…” the small girl replied, blinking innocent eyes her way.
“It was her!” The oldest screamed, her blonde curls bouncing as she pointed towards the child who was now creating snow angels… but with chocolate.
“You are both grounded.”