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The Monster Under the Bed
“Embrace your fear.”
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Who’s there?
Gon
Gon who?
“Gonna kick your ass”)?
Thank you for the new page!
I guess Ruth either:
A). Had some private fun with Thom and needed a snack.
B). Just needed something sweet.
Either way, she’s clearly loving those cookies.(and seems to be close to seeing what trouble Tim has gotten himself into)
Quite possibly!
But why flour? They’re cookies, shouldn’t it say “cookies”
Ruth appears to have a dependency problem.
It’s not just the biscuits, but she’s also grabbed a box of the raw ingerdient, not the dried fruit or the chocolate chios ( I can’t tell which from the drawing), not the butter (or other fat which is necessary for biscuit-making) but a box of FLOUR.
Does she intend to cram handfuls of it into her mouth or just scatter sprays of it over the bedcothes (and Tom). In either case, she needs professional help.
I believe the intent is that she’s hidden the biscuits in the flour box.
The flour box is a decoy. That’s how she how she hides her “secret” stash.
She’s clearly hiding her cookies in the flour container.
I figure you are joking, but yeah, she keeps her cookie stash in the flour tin. It’s been in there since the beginning.
Good, because cleaning the bedroom daily would otherwise have been …. tedious.
Does Ruth not have a day job other than housewife/mother? Most women do these days, even in enlightened/advanced societies.
I see that the title of this page is “Knock, Knock” but there’s no sign that Ruth has actually performed that ritual courtesy before preparing to invade her child’s (and his potential visitor’s) privacy.
Is she intoxicated from gorging on those handsful of raw flour?
Is it plain wheat flour, self-raising, wholemeal or spelt flour or maybe a more exotic intoxicant?
Some grains like barley can be infected with ergot fungus which has a psychedelic effect (as well a physical {St Anthony’s Fire})
Here, let me blow your mind:
She’s eating cookies she’s hidden in the (presumably) empty box of flour.
I note that Ruth’s abandonment of the courtesy of knocking before entering her son’s private space has passed without comment.
In my childhood (both my parents were Edwardian-born) it was commonly held that children had no rights at all.
After WWII and the Universal Declaration of Human Rights, I had hoped this would have seen improvement.
Now, my question is: Is this a personal (Ruth’s own quirk) or a relic of her Noxian heritage, or perhaps more generally Canadian?
Do children have a right to privacy or not & if not, why not?
Sometimes I lose track of what’s going on with the others.
Man, chocolate chip cookies must be crack to Noxians.
If cookies are like crack then cakes is even worse
I get the feeling that things are soon going to escalate. Ruth is kind of big deal.
“That’s odd. Why aren’t they fucking? I should have a look.”
It’s night so other than banging, I would think the only thing they’d be doing would be sleeping. Which would be totally normal and not something you’d investigate? Was Ruth hoping to hear some moans or something?