A Tale of Two Choices
Dorothea and Jane ran to the kitchen to see what the uproar was about. All was chaos. The cook, an unpleasant man who suffered from boils and excessive sweating, lay on the floor with a cauldron of gruel over him. He was moaning softly but making little sense. Standing over him, looking defiant was the cook's assistant, a sixteen year old boy who had been at the orphanage since a little child, cursing the cook with words that Dorothea had not heard. Brenda was shouting at both.
Jane ran over to the cook and tried to lift the cauldron from him.
"Out of it you little sow," called Brenda. "I told you not to leave your work. I am in charge here. Now get out."
The cooks assistant snuck up behind Brenda with a large metal ladel and smashed it over Brenda's head. Brenda sank to the floor with a thud.
"Well, what should we do now?" asked Simon, the boy. "We only have to get Noah and Mr Trystell, and then we can set the rules."
Jane ran over to the cook and tried to lift the cauldron from him.
"Out of it you little sow," called Brenda. "I told you not to leave your work. I am in charge here. Now get out."
The cooks assistant snuck up behind Brenda with a large metal ladel and smashed it over Brenda's head. Brenda sank to the floor with a thud.
"Well, what should we do now?" asked Simon, the boy. "We only have to get Noah and Mr Trystell, and then we can set the rules."