Chapter 1
Prynn awoke as he did most days, spluttering and shivering as his sleep-fogged brain tried desperately to claw to the surface of wakefulness. And, as he did on most days, he immediately rolled over and tried to go back to sleep, hard as it was in a bed that was now thoroughly soaked through. Magda stood over him, bucket tucked squarely beneath one pendulous bosom, clicking her tongue in irritation. "Wake up Prynn, you lazy bug. There's no use pretending, I know you're awake. Come now. Up, up, up! There's work to be done!" Prynn tucked his knees squarely into his chin and tried to ignore her. It wasn't until Magda tossed down the bucket and began to bodily lift him by his ankles from the bed did he admit defeat. Stretching languidly, he blinked with exaggerated slowness at her one, two, three times. "Oh Magda dear. Good morning, good morning. What's for breakfast?" She huffed, reclaimed her bucket, and fixed him with a stern expression. "Sa