Pewter looked out of his bedroom window. A light but cold breeze brushed through his silver mane and chilled his horn. Behind him a grandfather clock began to strike, dong, dong, dong, dong, Pewter turned from his bedroom window, dong, he made his way to the door and opened it as the clock struck the seventh time. There on the other side of Pewter's bedroom door stood a huge brown unicorn with piercing green eyes.
"Good, you are awake," The Brown stallion boomed "I trust you slept well."
"Yes father" Pewter replied
"What is it, boy? Did I ask you a question?"
"No father, I should not have replied father"
"I have to go and make some arrangements for next week. If anything is out of place when I get back, there will be consequences. Goodbye."
The stallion's horn began to glow green and in a flash of light he disappeared.
Pewter walked out of his bedroom and down the stairs into the kitchen. Pewter used his magic to open the large oak door that lead to the kitchen, his sister Petal, was sitting in front of the oven watching her pastries raise. "Petal, what are you cooking?"
The pale yellow filly turned her head and said "What do you think I'm cookin'?"
"Petal, I think you may have missed a letter of the end of cooking"
"Don't tell me what to do, I'm in charge here. I am the oldest after all."
She turned back to the browning pastries in the oven and immediately started taking them out of the oven as she did so, she shouted at Pewter "You spoiled my puff pastry tomato wraps! Idiot"
Pewter calmly replied "Thank you but, it's your fault that they spoiled"
"Thank you?! What are you thanking me for? You're the one who spoiled breakfast!"
"I thanked you because you because you told me what breakfast was! You are the one cooking breakfast, therefore you are in charge of it and YOU are responsible for making breakfast burn."
"You distracted me from my cooking with your grammar obsession so it's your fault so there!"
"Wait until I tell father about your grammatical inaccuracies, then you are going to be in so much trouble."
"Father's not here so you can't do anthin'." Petal stormed out of the kitchen and added "You can have all pastries they're all burned anyway." The door slammed shut behind Petal as Pewter made his way to the breakfast table.