Sunday, December 29th 2019
AT RISE: All is quiet in the yurt where The Oberhauser Four are beginning to stir. The morning sun is glinting off the tops of the winter trees visible through the skylight above. Suddenly the peace is sliced asunder by the pronouncement of a thunderous fart.
Gavin: Uuh! CJ!!
CJ: It wasn’t me!
Gavin: Who was it then?!
CJ: It could have been Mamma!?
Mom: I would never do such a thing!
Boy: Yup, it was definitely Mamma.