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Date: 2005-06-25 02:03 am (UTC)Characters: Elaine and Lavaine Le Blanke
Word Count: 251
Lavaine pours the cup of water into the trough. “Now Lainey, there’s no more water…what do we say the cup is?”
Elaine is three years old and she screws up her face in thought. “Wet?”
Her older brother snorts. He’s five years old and knows a great many things. “Elaine, stop being silly.”
“I am’nt being silly,” Elaine protests indignantly. “If the water is gone, it’s just wet. See? The inside of the bowl is dripping.”
Lavaine laughs at this. “I suppose you are right, Elaine.”
And painstakingly, he wipes out the cup of even the tiniest of water droplets. “Now. All the water is gone. Now what do we call the cup?”
“Dry,” Elaine says matter-of-factly.
Lavaine rubs his forehead, and goes out to find some pebbles and puts them in the cup, then brings the cup back. “We call this cup full, right?”
Elaine looks inside, then nods.
Lavaine then pours the rocks out over the ground and then says, “Now…what do we call this cup now.”
Elaine pauses and thinks. “Empty?” she asks uncertainly.
Lavaine sighs in relief. Finally, she’s gotten it. He nods.
His sister beams, then it fades and she just looks a little confused again. “But isn’t it still full?”
He blinks at her. “Of what, for Heaven’s sake?”
“Air.”
Lavaine groans and falls backward, and Elaine begins to tickle him. “You’re silly,” she says, giggling.
“I’m silly?” Lavaine laughs and tickles back. No one had ever told him that teaching was such tiring work.