After breakfast I called my little brother June-bug into our bedroom. June-bug got his
nickname when he turned three, when he tried to say Julian properly it came “”June”
and it stuck. I adored my little brother we spent endless hours playing together keeping each other
entertained. Our family consisted of Mom, June-bug and I. My Father had left us long ago,
leaving me as a role model for my little brother.
Grabbing his large bottle of baby powder I puffed it into the air like a volcano,
June-bug giggled as it settled like fine snow on our heads. His eyes grew bright as I puffed
the bottle again and watched it settle on his upturned face.
He laughed some more so I shook the bottle upwards more vigorously.
I spun around letting the powder settle everywhere in the room.
By now June-bug was hysterical with laughter.
His eyes were the only visible part of his covered face and hair.
I launched a spray at Missy, our tortoiseshell cat. She had made herself comfortable at the
edge of my bed. At first she remained still as the powder covered her multi coloured fur.
Then she decided she had had enough and bolted for the door. June-bug turned to watch
her disappear in a flurry of dust. Her small paw prints dotted the once clean carpet.
With the bottle now half full I lifted June-bug onto my bed and let him have the bottle.
He puffed the bottle into his own face causing me to laugh loudly.
He jumped up and down spinning the bottle around, spreading fine white powder all over
the room. We laughed and giggled as our room became our winter wonderland.
Mom came to see what all the noise was about, and we grew silent when we saw the look
on her face. She just sighed and shook her head, closing the door behind her, without a
She re-appeared some time later to give us a bath. We got to camp out in the lounge
room. We were so worn out that we slept quiet soundly.
In the morning, upon our return we noticed the bedroom had been swept clean.
Not a smidge of powder anywhere. It was as if our magical day had never happened.
Even Missy was back to normal.
“Come on June-bug let’s build a fort!” I said taking my little brothers hand and heading for
the lounge room. Leaving him alone for a minute I grabbed one of the big sheets out of the
closet and all the kitchen chairs. When mum finally appeared she smiled at us.
The scolding we had anticipated never came in fact mom never said a word about it and
only smiled as breakfast was served.
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