The bright sunlight shines down on our bodies from the window. John puts a pillow over his head, but I quickly removed it.
George: It's time to get up, Johnny boy.
John: *groans* No, Mimi, I don't wanna go to school...
George: *facepaulms* John, I'm tired of playing these games with you every morning.
John: This isn't your problem, Hazza! Usually Paul is the one to get me up.
George: Yeah, because you're not compliant with me, while you are with Paul.
John: It's just different with him.
George: Gosh, you're like a bloody five year old sometimes, John.
John: I'm aware. Say, speaking of Paul, where is he?
George: Huh. You're right. He's probably downstairs making breakfast. It's his turn, after all.
John: Maybe he's cuddling with his soulmate, like always...
George: Can't be. The only one still in bed is Ringo.
John: *rubs eyes* Macca! You better be making something good down there!
Meanwhile, I stuck around to attend to our blue eyed baby, Ringo. Last night, he seemed to have gotten sick. We don't really know what's wrong with him, but he looked very pale at dinner last night.
George: Ringo?
Ringo: Ugh...
George: Hey, buddy. Are you feeling any better?
Ringo: A little bit.
George: Well, that's a start. Come on, let's go downstairs and eat.
Ringo: I'm not hungry.
George: I thought you'd say that. You need to eat something, Ringo. You'll feel better.
Ringo: I suppose you're right. Can you do one more thing for me?
George: What is that?
Ringo: *makes the gesture of wanting to be picked up*
George: *sighs* You're lucky I love you, Ringo. *picks him up and carries him downstairs*
Me: Ok, ok. Everything's fine. The food is made so George won't destroy the house. That's one problem resolved. Ringo? Well, the poor lad isn't feeling well, he can't do much. And John? Oh boy, he's a wild card-
George: FOOD! *puts Ringo down and starts drooling*
John: Morning, Mylee! What's for breakfast? George is clearly excited.
Me: Well, we've got quite an array of options for George's sake. *whispers* and for mine too...
John: Also, do you know where Paul is?
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Detective Macca
FanfictionWelcome to the home of Detective Macca's mysteries! I originally housed these in my second Beatles Fiendish Thingies book, but I didn't want them to be all of the book with nothing left for other updates, so now all mysteries are here, including the...
