Prologue

When I'm sleepy, I talk nonsense.

• Brother: Draw me a city pleeeeaaase.
• Me: *draws some buildings half sleep* And this is me playing the maracas *draws a stickman on top of a building*
• Brother: I'm going to cut this city and put it in my door.
• Me: You can stick it in your head if you want to. Now, I'm going to take a nap, do not disturb. *walks like a zombie to her room and lays down*
• 1 minute after
• Brother: Paaatsy, I cut one of your maracas.
• Me: Now you're going to suffer the consequeces *eyes closed* A giant maraca is going to haunt you in your dreams.
• Brother: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.
• Me: Just close the door and you'll be redeem.
• Brother: Okay..*closes the door*
• Me: Mister maraca..