“Hello Boys,” they heard Gugu’s voice.
“I’m sure she walks this way on purpose, just to annoy me.”
“I don’t understand,” says Cyril, “What does annoy mean?”
“It’s hard to explain,”says Obby, “It’s more like a feeling.”
“Give me an example.”
“Its like Gugu, she irritates me because she thinks she knows everything.”
“I understand now,” Cyril says, “Sometimes, I feel like that with you.”
“It’s Not the same feeling at all!” Obby shakes his head, “Anyway, I don’t let her see she’s annoying me because that would make her happy, and that would irritate me more.”
“I get that completely,” says Cyril, with a little sneaky smile.”
As Gugu approaches them she says, “Hello” again and stops to talk.
“You’re on your way to the library?” asks Cyril.
“Yes,” she says,”I need to return my books, I like to return them well before the due date.”
“That’s good,” says Cyril, “I don’t like it when others don’t return their books on time.”
Obby looks at Cyril in disbelief, “When last did you take out a book?”
“Last week,” he replies.
“What’s it about?”
Cyril goes to his bookshelf under the rock ledge and shows him the book:The Southern Right Whale.
“I’ve read that too,” says Gugu.
Obby rolls his eyes, “Of course you have,” he mumbles under his breath.
Gugu sits down next to Cyril and they page excitedly through the book.
“Come and sit with us,” Cyril says,wanting his friend to join in.
“I’ve read that book-Ages Ago,” Obby emphasis, telling a lie.
Gugu looks at Obby and says accusingly, “I suppose you’re the one who left their dirty finger prints all over the pages.”
“And I suppose you are the one that folded the corners of the pages.”he replies.
“I’ve never dog-eared a book,” she says.
“I’m not talking about dog’s ears,” Obby responds.
“Yes you Are,” says Gugu.
“No I’m NOT,” he says.
Cyril sits listening to them, “Now they are both annoyingly irritating me,” he says to himself.