Annie was in the kitchen making breakfast for her mother, Mother Elf. Her brother, Jason came in to help her.
“Jason,” said Annie, while mixing eggs in a bowl for scrambled eggs. “Could you butter the toast for me?”
“Sure,” said Jason.
While Jason buttered the toast, Annie poured the egg mixture into the frying pan. At the same time she made some orange juice.
“You are going to burn the eggs,” said Jason, grabbing the spatula to help.
“Thank you,” said Annie, turning off the stove without looking at the eggs to see if they were done.
Jason and Annie took a tray upstairs to Mother Elf.
“Happy Mother’s Day,” said Jason and Annie.
“You two are so sweet,” said Mother Elf, taking a bite of the eggs that were a little runny.
“It was Annie’s idea,” said Jason. “I just helped.”
“It is wonderful,” said Mother Elf, taking a sip of orange juice and tasting more water than juice.
Despite the flaws, Mother Elf loved her Mother’s Day breakfast. She was proud of her two children for working together and doing something nice.
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