F is for Fury

There’s nothing like a good tantrum.

When you are really, really furious

and you don’t want to stop, so you don’t.

You go on yelling and you go on drumming your feet

on the floor

and you roar

and you shriek

and you throw things

and then you throw some more things

and then you hit that really high note


that sends all the dogs whimpering

It’s great.

Especially if you can manage to do it somewhere really embarrassing.

Like a supermarket

or a church.

Where there are lots of people to stare at your parents and mutter to each other.

It’s really satisfying.

I don’t know why they keep trying to find ways to stop you doing it.




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