Eggplant

My brother said he could create an eggplant by pressing a plant and an egg together. If they stuck, the result would be an eggplant. If not, nevermind.

The real question is, why would anyone want to do that? I mean, seriously. Why?! My little brother tried it on all the houseplants this morning, all of them! Ye gods, you should have seen the mess or smelt the smell... or... oh, gods. I can still smell it. It's horrible. Bloody awful! Awful...

But why would he do that? Why would he destroy all those innocent plants and kill all four of mum's cartons of eggs? And why now of all times? Those eggs were for my cake. My beautiful cake, angel food. 16th birthday, and he had to ruin it.

My little brother had to ruin my birthday.

He just had to. Just so he could try to make an eggplant...

It wasn't always like this, you know.

We used to get along. He just got weird two years ago. Mummy said I was imagining things, of course. She always says I'm imagining things. Except with the egg-plants. Oh, no. She smelt that too, yes she did...