If there was one thing that Mumps couldn’t stand it was being bored. Being bored was boring. Being bored was worse than boring. Being bored was like having to do something boring with nothing to do, which was why it was worse than boring.
Mumps needed something to do; the only problem was he’d done everything. He’d watched the shadows run across the ceiling, listened to that buzzy fly buzzing around his room for the millionth time, he’d even tried singing. But there’s only so much singing to do; especially when you don’t know the words. He’d played with his toys until they’d stopped being toys. Toys were only toys when you were playing with them and having fun. As soon as they aren’t fun any more they aren’t toys any more either they’re… Mumps couldn’t think of the right word. Well, he only knew about sixty, so instead he made one up… ‘Tollypoos’. Yes, when toys were no longer fun they were tollypoos.
Mumps smiled a self-congratulatory (smug) smile to himself. He might not know many words, but there was no shortage of words in his head. He wondered how many words he could invent if he looked around his room and named the things he didn’t know the word for. Like that thing his mum sat on sometimes, that thing with legs (he knew they were legs because his mum was always going on about him lifting his) now what should that be called? ‘Bumrester!’ that was it, it’s a bumrester. Well, it did exactly what it said on the… now what were those things called? Oh yes, ‘Clinkypots’.
Tollypoos, bumrester, clinkypots – three new words - not bad, although Mumps thought it was a lot more as he couldn’t count either. Making up new words was exhausting but at least it wasn’t boring. Oh well, that was enough, and with that Mumps fell into a deep snoreytime.
Let the aDveNtuRes begin.