Percival's hand clawed at the rug as his mother dragged him out from under the maid's skirt. "AHHH!" He screamed kicking back at her with one foot. When she had finally freed the maod from prying eyes he kicked again with a fuss rolling onto his back, and why not? All that was made of what he did was words.

His mother begam to lecture him and his mind began to wonder as fingers went into his mouth, eyes darting thos way and that only pausing om her when she mentioned decorum. More rules, always more rules. He huffed either not seeing or caring about her point.

"Can i go play?!" He pleaded hoping she was finished.What a brat he could be.