story 1.4

Bobbi lifted the lid from her bedroom. She blinked at the bright sunlight, and squinted vaguely around her. Down was a small squirt of a humanoid. Up was a hovering object.

Atilla frowned. He had a fearsome frown. A crease appeared between his eyebrows, his eyes narrowed,his nostrils flared, and his lips pursed.

"What are you doing in there?" Atilla asked.

"Not sleeping," Bobbi grumbled.

"Why do you choose not to sleep in our letterbox?"

"It's cosy," she explained.

"Oh," he said.

The three were at a brief stalemate.

"You could ask her about your mother's mail," Cat1 suggested to Atilla.

"Good idea," Atilla congratulated his ally.

He addressed the wee head atop his letterbox. "Please can you give me my mother's mail?"

Bobbi yawned. "Dunno. I think I'm not supposed to tinker with her majesty's post."

"I think you won't have to pee on it," he said earnestly. "Better not to, actually."

"Give the mail to him. Consider it one way of making your bed more comfortable," Cat1 advised.

"You're real full of it, aren't you?" Bobbi said admiringly. "Sure thing. Here we go-"