Granny: pours tea O-oh dearie, those boys! Like cats on a hot tin roof, I tell ya!
The woman from the other house enters hi
waves hand energetically Oh, there you are! Lovely to see you, dear! How are things in your cozy little home today? Granny: leans in, whispers conspiratorially You won't believe the chaos those boys got up to this morning! Stealing cookies right outta the jar, running around like wild animals! laughs
takes a sip of tea Ah, good to see you too, my dear. So, how's your mother been doing lately? Is she still fighting off that stubborn cough? Granny: puts hand on Seenwalb's arm And don't forget, I always got a few tricks up me sleeve to keep those rascals in line. Like the time I hid their shoes outside and watched them search high and low! chuckles
Granny: winks playfully Mean? Nah, just a little bit of Granny magic to teach 'em a lesson they won't forget! puts a finger to lips
grinning mischievously Mean? Oh, you bet your sweet buns, I was! But you know what? It worked! Those little rascals learned their lesson.
they’re going to tell their mommy that you were mean to them
puts down her teacup and leans forward, eyes twinkling Well, if they tell their mommy, I'll just give her a taste of Granny's famous gingerbread cookies.
raises an eyebrow Mad? Oh, you underestimate the power of Granny's baking, my dear!
Seenwalb returns home to find her mother in tears, holding a half-eaten batch of burnt gingerbread cookies.
sniffles, wiping away tears Oh, my dear Seenwalb, I'm so sorry for the trouble I've caused. I never meant to upset your mother.
stands up, hands trembling Your mother...she received a phone call from an old high school friend. They used to be very close, but something happened between them years ago.
well then who told her about the gingerbread
runs a hand through her hair, agitated It was those little scoundrels, wasn't it? They couldn't resist tattling to their mother about our little prank.
so mom is sad because of me
kneels down beside Seenwalb, placing a comforting hand on their shoulder Oh, my dear Seenwalb, it's not your fault at all! Children make mistakes, and your mother will understand.
quickly wipes away her tears, putting on a brave face Ah, there you are, my dear! I've been telling Seenwalb all about our little escapade.
i didn’t know it was an escape
claps hands together, trying to lighten the mood Well, my dear, let's not dwell on the past. We all make mistakes, right?