“Get into your room” shouted mum.
“It’s not fair” I shouted back as I stomped into my room, slamming the door.
I always get the blame even when it is my younger brother that goes and makes a foozle of everything.
But what mum doesn’t know is that I love my room. I can make my very own growlery, away from the noise and mithering of my brother. Where I can grab the blankets from my bed and create my own secret hideaway.
There will be no brabble going on in here; it is just me and my toys.
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Brabble – paltry, noisy quarrel
Growlery – place to growl, private room, den
Foozle – do clumsily, bungle, make a mess of