"No!" I whined. "Um...Um...I have blue and red dots all over. I think I have turned into a giraffe."

"Come down this instant."

I slumped down the stairs. On the two last stairs my mom yelled, "Clean the house top to bottom."

I looked up; the ceiling was covered with insects -- bugs, spiders, and their webs. My mom gave me a broom as small as an ant. I had a lot of work to do. I stretched myself out as far as I could. But I was still way too short. I thought if I go upstairs and wake up my dad, he could do the work for me. Then I will go back to sleep. And if my mom finds out, I will start coughing and sneezing. She will think I am sick. So I went quietly up the stairs.

Each time I took a step it squeaked like a mouse, and we have a lot of steps. I finally got upstairs, and suddenly I heard a thump, then another. I was too tired to see what it was. It was the loudest I have ever heard in my whole life. It was a big huge monster! It was my mom! Her body was a dark shadow, her eyes were red like fire, and so was her whole face.

She stomped up the stairs, then screamed, "Why aren't you working?!"

"Well, I had to go the bathroom. I'm grounded right?"

So now I have to stay in my room for a year, without TV.

The good thing is I don't have to help clean the house.