Classical music blared in the tent drowning out the sounds of the angry leader pounding away at the magic induced gates. The dark night skies lit up with each hit and scream as he yelled at the stone.
“General really wants to get into that school.” Bob mumbles looking over the top of his cards with a sigh.
“Yeah... I hear both of his daughters are in there!” Jerry says over excitedly.
“What’re their names?” Joe asks. “Anybody got any threes?”
“Go fish!” They all mumble. With a grown he picks up a card slumping back in his chair.
“Their names...” the only girl out of the group, Mary, whispers loudly under her breath.
“Yep. What are the girls names?” Joe then scratches his chin. “Isn’t the older one the one General sucked some coy outta?”
“What was ‘er name...? Oh I know, I think it was Pancake Stack!” Everyone turns to look at the surprisingly small man standing in the doorway of the tent. His name, Brobdingnagian.
“No! It had something to do with fruit.” Mary mumbles leaning back and looking towards the ceiling revealing her cards.
“Anyone got any...kings?” Bob says smirking as Mary shoves her full stack his way.
“Oh, beer!” Jerry yells sitting straight up in his chair.
“Beer?” They ask him in unison.
“Generals favorite beer. He named one of his children after beer!” He says smiling so wide his face almost splits in two.
“What kind of beer is that?” Bob asks rubbing his temples.
“Eh...” a bright red blush covers Jerrys face as he rubs the back of his head.
“Thought so.” Bob hisses.
“Which kid? Doesn’t he have three?” Brobdingnagian says walking from the doorway to an open chair and slumping in it.
“No. Well yes, but his oldest way named after his favorite kind of apple and the other his dead wife's favorite flower.” Jerry says pushing the bunny rimmed glasses up his nose as if he were smart.
“And what are those?” Mary asks raising an eyebrow.
“Fruit!” Jerry yells but everyone just brushes it off.
“Well I'm sure the oldest is...Maclintoe?” Brobdingnagian says calmly.
“No...but definitely Mac!” Joe squees giggling.
“Mac...in...home?” Bob mutters.
“No...?” Mary says rolling her eyes.
“Oh I know!” Jerry yells.
“What?!” They all say jumping at him.
“Mac an Cheesy?” He says laughing awkwardly.
“And this is a normal conversation...” Mary mumbles picking her cards back up. Bob and Joe nod and pick theirs up too.
“Anyone got any queens?”
“Go Fish!” They yell at Jerry!
“Welp... see ya!!” Brobdingnagian yells before running out the door.
“Figures...”